I can not express to you that I feel. Packing up the studio yard salon actually. It’s a movie don’t want. It’s a movie. We don’t have a choice about. And I don’t know that I’m ever going to have a studio that feels so at home even in a new home down the road. We’re being forced to sell our place because we can no longer afford the huge increase that they recently put on us of a extra thousand dollars a month. Nothing about this feels good. It feels hard and fearful and awful. I generally don’t have any hope.
I just feel very deflated and incomplete. I just stuffed my entire life‘s work and into a Bike box. At least it’s really heavy.
Eat the rich.
My mind is like my desk. Full of ink.
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