Lazy Sunday: A patchwork of possibilities. TB or not TB. No question. / 23 September 2014
I have a problem.
I can’t (as in it’s not happening) draw, paint, write or otherwise create. Cook, even.
Apart from Tzatzki, which doesn’t involve heat, so strictly speaking isn’t cooking.
Nor can I read. I finished a book two weeks ago and since then I haven’t managed to start another.
I’m surrounded by stimuli, natural as well as the other kind.
So last Sunday I took photographs of some of the things around me; in my flat; where I live; in my life; here and now.
Next, I did the usual techie stuff e.g. bluetoothing, cropping and editing etc. Then I assembled them, as you do.
And here’s the result.
This is a verse from a song written by a fourteen year old. It somehow seemed apt, given my mood of listless melancholy.
Suicide is Painless
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'