a day in the life of a fool
we aimed at art galleries, the visual stimulation that i did realize i need more often. i'm so out of it i went looking for rembrandt and found chermayeff. soon after i got over my prejudice i was in the flow of imagery and the guy's way of thinking. ivan chermayeff gave me hope. he gave me hope that someone who collects envelopes and stamps, stamps, yes, someone who sees beauty in kraft paper, handwriting and collages, the texture of daily life, the bird encyclopedias and crammed cans, and someone who can't throw away, like me, like my grandmother, has a place in this life. he has claimed his place and maybe someday i can too. and even if i don't, like to know this is who i am. someone who takes mental pictures of nescafe grains melting in milk being heated.
but in no circumstances should a person have such a killing headache. it is unfair that i should be confined to darkness, silence and bed on a saturday night, which is so young too.