<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d33206271\x26blogName\x3dThe+Fine+Art+of+Falling+Apart\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dTAN\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://fineartoffallingapart.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://fineartoffallingapart.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d6081200608643811586', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>


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.


If I didn't know better (and maybe I don't), I'd swear it was snowing out there. Because, in my cave it's feeling a tad more comfortable, womb-like than any other ordinary day. Even though the streets are bare, and I know this because when I came home tonight, I was paying attention to the way the soles of my converse sneakers sounded on the pavement. Digression. Even though the streets are bare, it feels like I'm in a haven while a storm rages outside. Insulating me from the rest of the world.

Christmas is nearly here and shortly afterwards, I'm to expect a visit from a Northern friend. One I promised to snuggle under toasty warm blankets, watching scary B movies with for a few days. He's even promised to cook, and to perhaps teach me how to bake. Sounds nice, huh? Tell that to my head. It's holding my excitement hostage.

Lime green post-it notes have taken over my work area. It looks like my laptop and work surface has hives. Green ones. Too many notes to myself, I suppose. Those projects that burned so brightly in my mind, dwindled now to barely smoking ashes of creativity. Forgotten on a post-it.

I feel the need for some insulation, though. It's addictive.

You can leave your response or bookmark this post to del.icio.us by using the links below.
Comment | Bookmark | Go to end
  • Blogger Acrotide says so:
    Thursday, December 21, 2006 1:36:00 PM  

    You've got PostIt notes, I've got a list, though neither seems to be helping us. I've got so many photo projects on the books for other people, I don't even know where to begin...and unfortunately, I never do begin.

    Hoping I'll be refreshed in the new year, once company's gone, to can get my ass in gear and get this stuff off my plate. Hope you're able to find the motivation you need to get things done. top