an extract from History of an Imaginary City, originally uploaded by heyoka.

nobody punched me and I didn't fall downstairs.
I need a little badge that reads "ZOMG! NOTHING happened to me." because, you know, hi, I'm not getting even slightly self-conscious about the revoltingly horrid EYE OF BLOOD that I am currently sporting and the ZOMG!s and slightly wary questions it prompts.

(it's not nearly as bad as it was yesterday. It's already down to just the corner and a weird stripe rather than solid all the way to the iris. Eyes are freaky and weird, no?)

art angst
I was meant to write an application for a bursary for a photography thing last night, but instead had to have minor (ish) crises of faith, lots and lots of angst* and lots of hand-waving ranting, and more wine than makes a coherent art wank statement. Ho hum. Still, that's what lunchtimes are for. Godspeed, little application.

There was extra angst, as I chickened out of applying for an Arts Council grant last week, as I had decided that I didn't deserve one.

Yeah.

(*There was a major bonus and diversion from the angst session, in which I misheard snarl talking about kindergarteners as "kitten gardeners", at which point I couldn't breathe or speak for a while as the mental pictures were just too too good.)

pinholery
It's world pinhole photography day on sunday. Come and join us on the lowfi cheapskate side of life!