It makes social media feel like excrement. The brain is too tired for the horrors of television. Haven’t touched flickr in ages and I can’t the thought of a tweet. When did I last use a paint brush ? Or dared to see if the acrylics haven’t dried in their tubes. I don’t know and the sad sad truth is, I don’t care right now. After the commute, its dinner, shower and sleep. Then the alarm rings and it’s morning again. Life’s a wheel and I’m a hamster. At least I’m a lucky one.
Yes it’s all very arty farty and pretentious. But I’m buying this sneeze of peace by getting the words out my head. That’s the way it goes.