K.
i thought about what i would write here in my head and let it roll around and get lost before i dragged myself out of bed. im in a hole where everytime i sleep i wake up feeling worse. i still lay down with optimism. some days it breaks me. i know i just need to go on more walks but its winter and its cold and i dont want to be cold. i think about doing laps in the house, but the thought is terrifying. i thought maybe i could make it fun by walking really slow and trying to notice things i hadn't noticed before but i think it would just make me want to clean and then the whole day would be gone.
is this the place where books go
- the wretched of the screen
- nonhuman photography
- book about sarah lucas
- book about dionne lee
- lots of internet stuff
help
- https://kkovacs.net/
- https://www.are.na/k-kovacs
lists kinda make me nautious
- or hyperaware of all the things i forget
- I like the 'I love shopping' poems by Ren Cook
- http://www.glowormpress.com/i-love-shopping
i guess i was trying
- or am trying
- to get to a place
- where writing doesnt feel so