It falls down like a structure giving way … everything at once. Torn between working on the site and working on the CD. They’re both there, 1/2 finished, gawking back this way. I hope the folks who are interested in helping out with sights/sounds/words for this site will follow through. Good people, good talent, and good inentions doesn’t always equate good (i.e., finished) work.
And now, leaving for Brooklyn and an ICU somewhere in the building I was born in. Ugh. Not looking forward to this. Pistol summed it up today as “going to say your goodbyes”, and initially I thought, fuck off, but yeah, that’s part of it. But on that … who do we say bye for? Or who am I saying bye for? Me? Fuck all, I’m in no mood to say bye, no. More for her (Nana, aka my grandmother) I guess, but what’s the sense in that? Last moments, how long are you really going to remember them, like up from under water at the people staring down at you, floating away, like seen through hot gasoline air …
And Jason … ah, shit. It’s all scaring the healthy piss out of me. Whatever. Here’s a picture of my desk. There’ll be a CD before March, and that’s all there is to it.