[massive maze-like installation at a gallery in Chelsea]
sometimes I feel lost.
like all my decisions contribute to a downward spiral.
like entropy and chaos,
formed by the smallest decisions,
are gaining momentum
in an irrevocable way.
This morning felt a little like that,
and then I read:
Do not be afraid;
I am the first and the last,
and the living one;
and I was dead, and behold
I am alive forever more,
and I have the keys of death and of hell.
and that literally had me breathing a sigh of relief.
reading, reading, reading
putting some old school CD's on my computer
[that's right...I'm looking at you B.Spears]
and maybe painting?