"S," reporting from icy Beacon:
"This is the kind of stuff I save. A wooden toy ladybug off a depleted pen. An glove form. A plastic bracelet from a carnival. All have endured 3 years of "potential creative project" limbo. And all are now deleted from that purgatory that I submit oh-so-many things to. It's torture, and I am the sadist and masochist both, tempting them (and myself) with the possibility of an even better life after their initial reason to exist. A Joseph Cornell heaven. And resulting in clutter and broken promises. I repent, hallelujah! Garbage and recycling. And I reclaim a little pocket of sanity."
Saturday, January 30, 2010
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