Not Trying

i'm over my head in the entropy resultant from a year of wandering and visiting with guests
shaking hands with the friendly folks passing through a shared living room
spared of its wasted space by their presence.

the airplane was a ball of yarn, and when it hit the mountain, well... let's just say there aren't any more sweaters for cats out there in the world.

...

i need jobs, i need to wrap up the slew of clean, consumer friendly works-in-progress i've been tenderly nesting over like a legless hen. but instead i'm going to put even less effort into each respective image i issue forth planlessly, and i'm gonna fix my good eye on it for a solid minute or so after it's birthed before marking it for death or stagelights, and there'll be no looking back.

so if the Quality and Content henceforth confounds or repels you, i apologize in advance.

of course, this is the internet (for a little while longer, anyway, fucking paraquat american congress), so if you've got a favorite thing i do  i'd be more than happy to get yelled at about what you want from me; i promise to nod idiotically.



i'm trying to be in Latin America between March and June, to live there indefinitely (the more times i say it, the more tightly is drawn the bowstring).  money would help.
if anyone can contrive a dazzling and dastardly crime of a nature that would simultaneously get me deported from Switzerland, stripped of my US citizenship, and eligible for asylum in any of the fine nations of central and south America, i'm open to suggestion... it'd be sweet for the authorities to pitch in towards my relocation (for once) instead of always being dicks and stealing all my knives and lighters.  

my annual winter glum seems to have matured into a dour, reserved neutrality.  does this numbness to everything to which i once swore allegiance and rivalry mean ...i'm finally an adult now?
my peaks and valleys are being glacially evened out.
my hope is for some clarity
my outlook is that times done just got hard.