Always interesting being in a situation where there's no way to ignore the anxieties of others, to avoid running into the elephant in their living room. Makes one feel like a voyeur, despite trying hard to mind one's business.
Moving is no fun. Brings me too close to all my stuff and forces some questions on me. I am probably a bit of a packrat by nature but also have an austere impulse below the surface, a voice that wants me to get rid of all my shit and travel light. I'd probably do well to heed that voice, at least until such time as I have a place that is really my own home where I can properly indulge my decorating aesthetic: old Chinatown junkshop.
Last night I dismantled and packed the various pieces of my Dia De Los Muertos altar to Noble Drew Ali, nee Timothy Drew. Don't know whether it will be reconstituted in the new pad or not.
Slow night at work. Nice because time has been rushing by for a while now and a little breather feels good.
Always this impulse: get it together, break it down, just the essentials, focus on what's most important and let the rest go. Easier thought than done.
Watch out for entropy. Lots of energy at strange times, other times the yucks the listless drag countered by routine. Thanks for the job.
Doing engenders doing.
