This is a strange account of my life of late… nothing but the creative foment of destruction and upheaval leading one hopes to some greater clarity, order and good. My ex went down to Mexico and let, or asked me to watch her place, move the car, sign for packages, etc. I ended up quite sick and bed ridden in a midnight fever sweat of memories good and bad and the crazy sense that the dead dog was following me around the apartment. Haunting. Meanwhile the studio is nearly as broke up as my love life. Still I know the new year will come with order and a biting cold. Pax
