Saturday, March 31, 2012
I remember visiting Europe, about ten years ago, where just about every building, even in poor neighborhoods, was decorated. Upon returning to Montreal, it was shocking to see the lack of ornamentation. Suddenly everything looked extremely plain.
Of course, I soon forgot about Europe and once again, tuned into the drab. If you stare at a brick wall long enough, it becomes a sort of Zen garden, soothing to the mind.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
|foot from Randy's collection|
Friday, March 16, 2012
Randy laughed when I expressed my fear that people are going to forget about me after I die. He also laughed when I complained that people aren't concerned about my plight. People are so busy thinking about themselves, they tune out when I start telling them about myself. I take my ego very seriously. One day, I hope to house my ego in a condo and live the good life, in order to impress people and feel good about myself. I need to empower myself so people don't walk all over me. My therapist told me I need to start taking care of myself. I'm asking friends and strangers alike to support me as my ego goes through difficult challenges. In a world of seven billion, it's easy to get overlooked.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Club Morono carried a pad and pen to write the story of his life, in bits and pieces, whatever he was able to remember, mostly boring, repetitive concerns, a set of fears and a predictable spectrum of emotion. After his hand got sore, after writing five or six pages, he saw that it was unspectacular. Maybe he was hoping to write something mind-blowing. Instead, it was ho-hum.