Tonight I took the dog out at dusk, and I felt like I was walking through a Magritte painting. The streetlights were on and the path and trees in the park were darkened but just above the trees the sky was still a bright pale blue, accented with pure white clouds, their undersides glowing with streaks of orange from the setting sun. It was an odd feeling of both night and day happening at the same time. Transitions are always a bit unsettling I suppose.
I haven't been taking any photos lately. I don't know exactly why, I guess I'm just not feeling very inspired. I have been getting stuff together for a graphic design and illustration course, which I am not all that excited about anymore. I'm kind of feeling like an uncreative lump at the moment, and a poor one at that. I keep day dreaming about having a nice steady dull job, just to have some work to take my mind off of the problem of figuring out what the hell I'm doing on this planet. I mean the books help, and the music helps and the running helps and the sitting in a café trying to name all 50 states in the US helps, but none of it really helps that much. I wish I could figure out a way to land some boring job. Which makes no sense, as having a boring job isn't going to solve anything. Except maybe the mounting bills problem. Bleh.
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