Today it’s sunny and I’m sitting in the library at Hollins. My iTrip has caused me some grief from the first day. Initially, it worked, then seemed to reset itself and stop working. This morning, I’ve managed to get it up and running again. On the way out here I had my favorites playlist cranked up and was loving life.
God, it’s so nice and sunny. What a nice change. And it’s a good day for comics. Astonishing X-Men. Legion of Super-Heroes. Seven Soldiers. I finished up the first volume of Supreme Power and for my birthday ordered Doom Patrol.
Winter has been quite slow and I’ve stayed indoors most of the time reading or writing, listening to music or watching TV. C. has been sick most of the time and I’ve been battling and struggling with the whole asthma thing. I’ve also been doing some freelance graphic design – light print work type stuff, business card designs. Once we move into a bigger area and life is fluid again, I should be able to determine what I want to do job-wise.
I’m re-submerging myself into the poetry scene and the late night act of wordsmithery. One lamp lit. It’s a certain mind state. Brought on by I don’t know what. I do know that it’s a separate mind state altogether—most probably brought on in a solitary state of deep concentration. The good times, the bad times, they come on their own accord. There’s nothing any of us can do about it. Then I think what bullshit! We add and subtract the negative/positive thoughts and magically our reality appears.