Thursday, August 9, 2007

For FANG: she may eat alone



Symptom: you have moved to a new land (if its L.A. three months ago or somewhere else 6 days ago, peut importe [no matter]), and the shocks are prolific: the trees are different, the air is different, your fantasies are different. You seem to drift into that space where all and nothing are possible, simultaneously.

Cure: write, write, write. Grow projects. Concentrate on colors, lighting, time tables and on the difference between dungeouns and freedom. Put your fingers through your silky hair, feel glamorous and say, "PRIORITIZE AND RELAX."

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