I loathe art made of ‘found objects’ with the single exception of Kurt Schwitters. If you don’t know who he is…look him up.
It is such a beautiful day here. I am wandering around the garden in awe.
I have terrible pain in my body. I know what it is.
I want to steal the chairs from next door.
I want the pain to end. Have been plagued with memories of Jake. Not least because I am writing the script about him. The script is really good. There’s a great deal of tension.
I know he has a boy friend he loves. But I know he struggles with wanting sex with multiple partners.
I miss his beautiful face.
I am jealous that he is out there having a life. I hope he is ok. I miss him. I want to cry.
I wish I were dead.
Robby came over this week and we almost had sex. It was so erotic and sexy.