Another 5 days have gone by on the blog without a peep. It's been a busy weekend. I've been in West Hollywood for most of the time, unexpectedly. From day to night, I don't know where I'll stay. I take the necessities with me: eyeliner, dog, laptop and a mish-mash of business and club clothes. Meeting plans change on the fly and my schedule and attire shift instantly. I've got a wardrobe costume change in my trunk. And I'm fine with that. Instead of irritation at the flux of everything around me, I blend and change. Endless changing. Endless blending and separating, like different temperature in a river stream.
My life used to be a series of habits, rituals, routes. It would have been easy to stalk me. But now, from day to day, I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing. It's like a line from a Bjork song: "I don't know my future, after this weekend, and I don't want to."
There's a big opening. And I've recently cut away the last chain. So there's this void. A gap. A space. A vacuum where anything can happen.
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