thinkings

Notice was finally sent and received. An entire month after the perusal. From a robot email address with a blank for the job title. It was an anti-climactic end to a frankly wild ride. I don’t think it is simply defense mechanisms talking, but I do think it is for the best. I would have had to do a number of things that I am incapable of presently doing. I am in a good place right now. A Lynchian world of my own construction, but a world of my own nonetheless. I think it is time for a sit down, a talking to and with, an ego a superego and an id. Honest, frank discussion. But more than that, openings of the file. The first thing I read in a day. Literal eschewing of the minutiae which I so chemically need/love/require. … The unconscious was seen, on 3rd Street, stealing away my time and attention from a creative endeavor, so far down the rabbit hole I have fallen. It happened, without notice, and then I was in it. I don’t know about Yoko, but there is something genuinely and plainly wrong about that. And something needs to be done. I think I possess the will, it will just have to be present. And on task. And happy.