September 7, 2017

to escape from reality

A strange child (who was me) drew these.
Then, I wrote a lot to escape from a world zooming in too fast, like the car crash that is transitioning from being a child, to being an adult. Not that the actual being an adult happens suddenly, just that life/reality happens and starts taking bites from you, as anyone with any "life experiences" knows.

Lately, I've been trying to retreat again. 55% voted? 45% didn't or were not able to vote. Less than 26% of total possible voters, voted for the racist misogynistic egotistical son of a millionaire and still, months later, I can't, I don't believe those numbers are real. 53% of women?! I can not rationalize that brainwashing is non-reversible. I can not stomach the complete failure of our entire election system. There should have only been suitable candidates on the ballot. Someone who betrays almost everything America stands for should never have been vetted by the Republican party. On and on, in waves of alternating nausea and anger, that just, will, not, stop. 

I need to escape now, more than ever. To state that I'm struggling to let go of "reality" ... blerg. I haven't posted anything since July 5th, 2016. I needed to post something, just to post something, so I am, doing that. This is a buffer. A bit of padding written by someone who recently got many cases of old manuscripts, journals, drawings and other things I had forgotten about years ago, out of storage and just dumped most of it onto piles on the floor. I could take a photo, but it's embarrassing mid sort, feels very naked. Anyhow, if anyone wondered. I hope you all are okay out there in your world. Things are happening one pile at a time around here. Also, I am working on stuff. 

To be continued...