Month: July 2024

Not a fan of Trump but glad he’s still alive, I guess, not really invested emotionally either way. Joe Biden is the one who allegedly assaulted his own daughter, will not be upset when he dies but certainly wouldn’t go on stage and tell millions of fans to kill him, holy shit.

Keep your angry thoughts to temporary shitposts that very few people ever see, except for your stalkers and gawkers, and delete them when the emotion passes and you’re cheerful and optimistic again.

Don’t go on a public stage with a huge audience and encourage your FANATICS to hurt people, you have a burden of responsibility.

I don’t. I don’t have any fans.

No fans or followers, no burden of responsibility, really.

My words are mostly nothing more than the sound of one hand clapping. Futile and empty.

I think about neglect a lot.

To know how to take very good care of yourself, and someone else, is the most important skillet to impart.

thank you for your patience ❤️

but there is nowhere beautiful to go

within a two hour driving radius around the island of Montreal there are a handful of low mountain peaks, lakes and freshwater beaches but the water quality is questionable. coliform, runoff.

the Saguenay fjord is beautiful but is a full day drive from here, two days lost just driving each way. much too far from Montreal for a weekend trip.

Vancouver has coastal beaches, lakes and some hot springs within a 2-hour radius. This is more important to me now.

I love Montreal’s architecture and French culture, it’s cheaper than Vancouver so artists can survive more easily, thus a high proportion of artists with time to burn and experiment. But I’m an artist, music and art will be with me no matter where I go… planting little seeds of art and music like a littlest hobo. like nomads do. So… no need to stay here anymore.

I feel trapped and repressed and claustrophobic in Quebec. No longer fun or inspiring.

Too many artists, not enough athletes, people who love healthy living.

Too much partying, not enough BUILDING.

I’m reminded of Hackworth and Miranda joining the Drummers in Diamond Age, getting lost in a haze for many years, like Dorothy falling into a dangerous trance in poppy fields preventing her from saving herself and moving on to the next chapter of her life.

Onto new adventures.

this is how I feel about my lost years in Montreal.

what have I even accomplished here with my life?

I’m already planning all the gardens I’m going to plant in my mind…