let lemons be angry

If I were a place, I would be my room. Cluttered and sentimental, but everything is in its place only after much thought. Gluegirls, I used the lomo clips you gave me to put up those clotheslines of postcards and photographs.
The couch that I sit on to draw. That's all I intend to do this month. After astrid seriously discussed with me how she should talk to my other professors to let me cut class, I realised just how worried she is and therefore how behind I am.

The fyp in progress, all up on the wardrobe. It needs to be three times this amount of paper up there. Post-its telling me how the story goes, ideas for print, materials, binding, form.

Chris Vara
And...I love such randomness. And the weak eyes.

To be honest I feel out of control, but as usual I'm a picture of calm. If I think I might be destroying my life, I close my eyes and let it be. I had a nightmare last night, not of dying fish, but dying rodents. A guinea pig, a hamster and a white mouse to be exact. In all my nightmares I try to save the animals, but it's more a fear of squeamishness than any other sentiment. I wonder what it means, and if I can stop feeling that I'm destroying my life in the same macabre way.