we call it krunk
I haven't written anything in ages it feels like. Teaching has been all consuming of late. As soon as the relief of one lesson prac is over, the mind stays awake buzzing trying to figure out what's going to happen in the next. By the time my eyes do close, an hour later, my room floods with light. My room has the unfortunate luck of facing east. Great city view, but not so good in the mornings.
Sleep has been broken, and sadly not too much time for art. I got this new mop pen which I want to try out. It's basically a very expensive shoe polisher used for graffiting. Graffiting sometimes reminds me of looting. I remember watching the LA riots on the news in the late afternoon. That blood red sunset. Police sirens, shadows running down highways. Shop windows smashed. Fire raging and civilians going ape shit. I guess there's nothing like destroying your own stuff.
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