My motivation is lax. I am feeling slack. A sickness of disassociation. Like I can’t face the sun. A fire burns in belly. Sparks of passion want to escape. But its stuck. This self depreciating head wound is oozing. I want to make good stuff. Build earthships. Create a social enterprises. Paste up my artworks on street corner. Choreograph a flash mob on a public transport system. But, self depreciating. This disassociation.