Life as a static
February 2, 2008
When you are part of the furniture, there is a drastic abundance of space in the room. There is no need for all the carpet paths. All the ceiling height. No, when you are being slowly absorbed by your own office chair, a closet seems much less functional. All you really care for is the adequate amount of blue-waved light gleaning over your fabric-ed face.
I’ve been assaulting my keyboard for the past week producing sheet after sheet of essays in which I type things I have absolutely no belief in. Ethics for example. Typing what is asked of you is fine and all, but typing what they want to hear is nigh unacceptable.
At any rate, with luck I’ll have produced 10 more pages by Thursday, 5 of which will be sent to the University of Texas at Austin to be stamped Approve or Deny.
I’m off topic. I’m on time. I’m quick to be slow.
–Chris
I love the pacing and your use of imagery in this one. I know how you feel about being behind the keyboard for weeks man. It reminds me of every week of this quarter at SCAD. I hope everything turns out well with your paper Toph.
-Seth S. Smith