10.31.2011

The faces of K.



















Yeah, I was flipping out last week. Alcohol seemed to loom over my life like a black mountain; an angry god whose gaze and grimace I couldn't break. I felt like I was just completely prostrate, throwing myself on the ground in front of it every night in the vain hope that he'd let me go free. But you know, you chill out for a second, subtract some of the drama, and realize that the only angry god around here is me and I'm not bound by any chains except the ones I create for myself. Also I got impetigo in my nose which is providing a welcome distraction. Things were making sense when I was walking home barefoot on Saturday night, too. Remembering what I'm really doing. Cute.

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