Has it been smeared all over the materials you had available?

Pigment and sweat drops, an aching back and deeply stained nail beds are all that’s left. Cathartic flow under control. Look at the messages to myself in their miserable, disastrous glory, and I know already that tomorrow I will revisit in anguish and embarrassment what I’ve been “able” to produce. Creating is one of the most deeply vulnerable acts of which we are capable. Confront your ineptitude well and it’s water down a Harlem gutter. Confront it poorly and it’s a large bovine rectum stretching around your head; a new mask and hat to be worn conspicuously as you pretend to just be on your way around town.