…in a good way, I think. in two days I’ve gained so much insight into me. I should know me, right? I keep seeing me on a sheet of paper. the drawings, renderings, symbols are coming from me but they come from a very deep place. a place that I don’t know and yet, there they are – me, clear as day. I fear (and hope, I guess) that I will see myself on more pieces of paper by the end of the weekend.
does the image get clearer? is there still more for me to learn about me? how much more? do I want to? do I have a choice in the matter? ya, rhetorical questions.
what does it all mean. what do I do with all of this?!? I think that will have to wait. I don’t think I can look that far down the road.
I don’t think I can look past the six hours before I need to get up for breakfast.