Sketch #277

I’ve been thinking how phobia against poverty could be put in the same closet as racism, or even homophobia. I don’t think it’s that long of a stretch. It’s a similar kind of social phobia. And it’s rearing its ugly head too often these days.

Day/Page/Sketch #276

Today’s keys are so insipid, so dumb, compared with the beauty and charisma of old keys, plus we have so many of them. Everything is locked these days. Locked with uninspiring, banal, idiotic keys.

Day/Page/Sketch #275

There are some people that are not afraid of the future. Everything is so set for everyone that deviating from the mainstream path looks so scary. Yet these people have done it or are doing it. It’s becoming rarer.

Day/Page/Sketch #274

When you lose your health to the point when you end up in hospital, there is a sense of being imprisoned, not only by the lack of health, but also by being in a hospital. They treat you like a plant, although you feel like a vegetable.

Day/Page/Sketch #273

I dislike so much to be late that I usually take too much time ahead to be somewhere. Sometimes it doesn’t work, though. The other day I even forgot to meet. I was devastated. I end up apologizing for it. I think I apologize too much sometimes. Apologies don’t make up for time loss. I wish they did.

Day/Page/Sketch #272

There are a few times that I’ve thought about what would happen if I would lose the novel I’m doing all the sketches on. What would I do? Thinking about it makes so anxious.

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