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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

music is the breath we breathe


front of cd
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.



Surprise day time phone call from a friend, far away. It kicked me in the ass to finish the little cd project I had promised him a few weeks ago. I was stuck on the cover art. In the end, the art is a bit of a joke because it is made up entirely of photos of myself. My ode to vanity, I suppose.

I drove all over London looking for a marker or grease pencil that would write on dark photographs. I finally found one, at 5 p.m. then came home and made dinner. Dinner consisted of too-hot chicken wings and baby spinach salad. I only ate the salad since the wings almost burnt my face off. My quest to eat normal, regularly timed meals is an entry on its own, I suspect.

Busy like a little Martha Stewart worker bee, putting up the curtains, hanging christmas lights, doing dishes as soon as I dirty them. I guiltily bought 3 boxes of breakfast cereal, resolving I would not eat it like a snack whilst watching Nick Stahl in Terminator 3 (another guilty indulgence). Instead, I watched that movie while I ate dinner. *grin*

Christmas in a few weeks, my family will be around me. The days I've spent alone, not in their company have made me appreciate who they are. I like the solitude, but I miss the noise, sometimes. Like Rsm said so many years ago: maybe I'll never be satisfied with anything. Bugger that statement has stayed with me all this time.

I don't know where the time goes sometimes. Now it's time for bed and a movie.

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