no one has come to claim her
There was a void and sleep eluded me. Tension and tremors; allodynia.
Deep sleep release under these circumstances tends to be too trippy - doesn’t play well with the paralysis.
None of the usual remedies were useful last night.
Instead, I had bad decision, post-midnight drinks that inevitably led to Cremaster Cycle dreams. And the same face, always. No amount of time or effort can excise it.
“Wake up scowling without emotion,
That ghost is smiling in my direction”
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This week I read two different books with main characters that share my birthday. I could assume that means something significant, but it would be the Antigone thing all over again.
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At an impasse with the tessellated skin project. On to dozens of sketches of stag beetles for a different idea that may or may not flesh out.
Should be working on my portfolio instead.
And portraits, always portraits.
11:15 a.m. - 2023-08-19