Eyes locked with a Cyclops dressed in Armani gear and high tops

Sometimes I wish I could just walk away from everything and busk my way through the underbelly of this city, living from handcrafted latte to latte, rich and thick as a meal, food for my soul and nothing else, my hands and body emanating ambiance, tapping, striking into the collective mood, and inspiring random emotional resonance in the rush of faces and days. A playlist for our lives.

Working so steady, the days repeating themselves, so painfully bland, 9 to 5, I miss being lost in the semi emotional trance of genius, walking at some brink in my brain that accesses a higher self, dips into some collective emotional truth that leaves me when the work is finished, and I am shocked by what I have created. It's a similar other, higher self that walks in my feet when I dance, rolling and riding the waves of my sexuality and the air is heavy with sound, and I am unable to stop until the music finally releases me.

I want to live in this state all the time.

strange fruit.

I decided to let it go. All the anger, all the helplessness and frustration. I converted the back file room of the shop into a printmaking studio and will spend most of a week hand carving linoleum blocks and printing over 200 holiday cards for businesses and clients that work with my shop. I shut out the world and found something that has been in hibernation, taking in experiences and contemplating how to utilize them in the most powerful way. My body and brain are tingling awake, and finding dimension in what seemed previously like a flat world.

In perfect tandem with the solar eclipse, helplessness is being eclipsed out of my life.

I am reborn.