Third Thing

In the midst of grasping the moments of my fleeting morning, the battery on my digital camera died. I hadn't taken but a few pics in weeks, and my angst about putting off what I enjoy most could not have been more clear... I'm a photographer, and i rarely take pictures. I pulled out the battery and stuck it to the charger. I pulled out the flash card and stuck it to the computer. I wasn't fazed out at all... I grabbed my cell phone and began to document the remnants of my compounded life, yesterdays dirties.

Recently my laundry, both dirty and clean , have become a form by which I outwardly construct my lack of desire to maintain my own personal and mental comfort. When my cloths aren't fashioning my body they're decorating my floor, and as much as I like to tell myself to clean up, fold cloths, and become tidy, I just can't seem to do so. Some part of me really enjoys dredging through yesterdays unfinished business, procrastinating, or just generally letting shit slide. My laundry is a simple object that I'm using to represent the slipping aspect of my daily life. Mentally, I wanted something to be different about September 21st, and I wanted to see the results immediately. I desperately needed a change for the positive on this day. I wanted to carry a new effort into the future, so I began by taking a critical look at my internal personal spaces, and bu making small changes that would ripple into my future.