>photo blog #2 : brussels
i don’t know what i was thinking when i took this photo in my brussels hotel. my windows wide open, the boys down on the street played football and lapped up their pints. presumed innocent was on the tv. i felt like sinking into the over-starched pillow.
put the seat down.
you see one, you’ve seen them all.
but you elbow them in the guts and tell them to fuck their mothers.
avoid it if you can.
it’s funny, revisiting these photos brings up all the wretched feelings i felt whilst wandering around brussels. it hurt to be there. was it too small, was it too lonely, or was it me?
i defend my MA thesis tomorrow. perhaps someone should tell my examining committee that i lost my sword and shield. all i’ve got anymore are defensive wounds.
i’ll be interviewing tamara faith berger sometime next week. so exciting, she’s one of my favourite authors. i used to get really nervous before an interview, but experience deadens the adrenaline.
but after this interview, i’m hoping for a stroke.
visited my ob-gyn this morning.
i really wish there was such a thing as a warm speculum.