unpacking

 Even though I've been here forever. Even though I can barely stand it. Even though there's stuff in boxes I haven't looked at in years and I hate the idea of letting it out to bounce around in here.

If you asked me what I'm doing right now that's what I would tell you I'm doing.

But I think we both know that's kind of a dumb question. Almost impossible to answer. I'm also breathing, living, being ground to bits under the wheels of capitalism, mourning, regretting, blah, blah, blah.

And given all of that you might also know that how I'm doing is just as dumb a thing to wonder about. How are we all doing? 

HOW ARE WE ALL DOING?

Yeah. I thought so.

More important things to share than that, I think.

To kill the time and give me an excuse not to look in old boxes I've made everything on the last list I shared except for the crow thing. Still working on the crow thing.

1. The crow thing
2. Printing catapults for all of these muddy little seed balls to bring some life to the blight around here
3. Printing a fucking polaroid camera, if you can even believe that
4. Making an "I'm Sorry" card that doesn't have the actual words "I'm Sorry" on it because if I wanted to just lay down and be stupid and obvious about it I could just buy one from Amazon

Today I'm dressed like I'm unpacking boxes. Secrets everywhere.