Fatima
Tuesday, March 1, 2005.
The weather was very warm today; I rode my bicycle around town, as usual. First I stopped at the bicycle shop, the amount of money they want for a new bicycle is absolutely unbelievable. The average price for a fairly decent bicycle is about $800. But I think those are just Moab prices and if I went to Grand Junction I would find a comparable bicycle for about half that price.
From there I peddled down to the wetlands preserve and took a little walk, the sky was beautiful and the breeze smelled so sweet. There were no other people their so I sat on a park bench quietly meditating.
I've been depressed and lacking any semblance of inspiration. I have not done anything in the way of artistic thought for a long time.
Wednesday, March, 2nd 2005.
Sometimes I really don't know what to say, I feel so listless I feel like the life has gone out of me, without inspiration.
I have these wonderful tools, this computer and the wonderful software to paint and draw and be more creative than I have ever imagined and yet I feel so washed out, washed up and finished and I seem to hardly care.
I will tell you more about Fatima but not now, is a beautiful day, like spring, and I think I would like to go down to the wetlands preserve and just sit.
The weather was very warm today; I rode my bicycle around town, as usual. First I stopped at the bicycle shop, the amount of money they want for a new bicycle is absolutely unbelievable. The average price for a fairly decent bicycle is about $800. But I think those are just Moab prices and if I went to Grand Junction I would find a comparable bicycle for about half that price.
From there I peddled down to the wetlands preserve and took a little walk, the sky was beautiful and the breeze smelled so sweet. There were no other people their so I sat on a park bench quietly meditating.
I've been depressed and lacking any semblance of inspiration. I have not done anything in the way of artistic thought for a long time.
Wednesday, March, 2nd 2005.
Sometimes I really don't know what to say, I feel so listless I feel like the life has gone out of me, without inspiration.
I have these wonderful tools, this computer and the wonderful software to paint and draw and be more creative than I have ever imagined and yet I feel so washed out, washed up and finished and I seem to hardly care.
I will tell you more about Fatima but not now, is a beautiful day, like spring, and I think I would like to go down to the wetlands preserve and just sit.
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