occasional

lately updates to this blog have been haphazard, the reason being my interest in having my personal life on the internet has waned. this is separate from the idea of cultivating an online persona as an artist, an enterprise which i take very, very seriously. but sometimes there are still thoughts that don't fit into this mold of a joyous, working artist, which yearn to be expressed in a form less private than a diary. like how i return to cat power every few months or so, and how her voice makes me melt inside - not that soft romance novel kind of melting, but a violent, hot, viscous jolt in a place somehow inside yet deeper than my body. this woman is ridiculous, and the sound of her voice reminds me that there's something good and powerful in the world, even when we try to bury it, even when they try to bury it. sometimes i'm so caught up in daily life that i forget to visit that place that keeps us real. it takes me there.