I used to work up concepts and put them together in what I thought was an interesting arrangement of consonants and vowels, but now I just string my sentences together sloppily.I never sleep I always work and the colors are bleeding through and the days are bleeding together I don’t differentiate anymore. no it’s ok
The world is luster and not color corrected and I’m detecting just a hint of magenta in the shadows and it's almost five in the morning and the cyan is slowly leaking from my veins and I can feel the magenta flowing steadily from my eyes. The yellow stings and screams out at me from the page and if I make one more god-damned test strip, I think I'll rip out my hair. It's the late night caffeine induced delirium that sets in around this time. The clock is ticking but my thoughts are sticking to the filters like the tape on my film, like my finger prints blooming in the emulsion... And the focus is blurring. |