It’s a very strange day. It’s like the beginning of a horror movie or some sci-fi bullshit. The sky is overcast, but glowing in some areas where the illuminated puffy white clouds show through. The air is still and humid. It rained earlier, giving everything that sort of “just woke up” atmosphere. Very green, lush and calm. Like Vermont is breathing in.
I had to drive down into town to buy a TV dinner for lunch. I noticed my fish were ALL acting strange. I noticed the rain beaded up on my neighbor’s car, but not mine. I only had $14 for milk, lunch and a snack. The whole town is dead silent. Very little traffic, very few people; not a lot of noise despite the train moving through town hauling oil tankers. The people at the store stare forward at nothing and say little. They want their food and to go home, just like me. Now the wind is moving a little and the sumacs outside are waving with a breeze that I hope will bring in some rain. I’ve got to go to work soon and I don’t want to.
I realize now that I haven’t made a single piece of art in about three weeks or more. Not a sketch, a line, a note.
Yesterday I was in the middle of a humvee procession and it was cool. I really hope someone on the interstate could see my car over the cow pasture and thought I was some kind of national criminal in a tiny red Prizm.
I wish I had Illustrator, a creemee and ambition.
(It’s called a creemee here. Deal with it or STFU)