a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Monday, October 9, 2017
Unsent text message to one of the few ppl you trust, despite the fact that they are much farther along in their career and recently presented a collaboration between the two of you as solely their work because they don't respect the fact that writing and performing content has as much value as editing video..? And, you don't know how to tell them how unfair that is professionally, and how much it hurt personally *friends*
I am so sad...about so many things, past + present, I just can't even get my shit together long enough to get anything done. Graduate, take a break, phone-dies, hurricane, mother-hospital, broken-car = -$$$, feel like you can smell the failure on me. Feel like I'm disappearing everyday. *gotta get out of FL*
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