ShockW a v  e

The video software I use has stopped working. The last video lost with not a lot of promise for another. I'm tired of dealing with it. I'll find another way.

Summer bitch-stray is forming. She worries not about video. Fame. Fortune. Art. Or humidity. Or the rabbits that have eaten all the parsley. She is pierced by the sting of violence and the senselessness of it all. She lets it move through her, to Know it. To Express. Like she moves through season.  She has had enough but she knows the only hope is to keep going. Hopeful. Not Hopeless.