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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.

Remember when....

Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

Remember when things seemed so much simpler. I like you. I would like to eat Vietnam food for dinner, etc. Now, it seems these things crowd my brain, not in any kind of enlightening way. Just sort of like oatmeal, all stuffed into a sock. That's what it feels like.

I overcooked the spaghetti squash. It still looks edible, so I may attempt it when it cools. Right now, I'm waiting for my bedsheets to dry so I can make the bed, all fresh and clean smelling.

Sometimes, I like wallowing in the past. Because, I knew what my feelings were, I knew what I wanted in life, I thought I had it figured out. I thought I was in love, I thought I'd met someone who was the perfect foil character in my life. Turns out he just had a walk-on role. Better than nothing, I suppose, right?

But memories leave a bad taste in my mouth. They feel so self-indulgent and decadent. Best saved for a hedonistic sort of mood, maybe.

This is what happens when I look at that painting.

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