I just want you to watch me dissolve, slowly

I have never in my life wanted to just… Not work…. In such an existential and desperate manner. I want to stop the world, get off, do some shots, and sleep in.

I am actually nervous about going to Copenhagen and meeting strangers, not knowing the language, so far away! I’m DYYYYYYIIING to just SIT on the boat that first night and do pretty much NOTHING but listen to the water and drink some apple wine. Think about life and death and art like a proper, worldly goth. Then dive in and experience THINGS.

Then come home and, after a 4 day goodbye, stop working for a short while. Sleep. SLEEEEEEEP. And I’ll cry. And drink. And rabidly clean my house. Reject more podcast concepts and names. Make art. Do bone work.

Take an end of life/death doula training. Go goth dancing. Talk to skulls. Alas, poor Yurick. Hang out with dad. Contemplate how much I’m like him, and how much I’m not.

Get some paper maybe 😋

Dissolve. Reassemble.

Then go to school. ❤️