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A Corner of the Garden Martiros Sergeevitch Sarian
1940
File under: things I am expected to do that I struggle to do every single day:
1. Wake up in a good mood and well rested whenever Max wakes up
2. Spend the time he is awake actively engaged with him and talking and playing the whole time
3. Only buy healthy groceries but only if they’re on sale plan menus ahead of time and always shop the weekly ads in the newspaper so you know where all the best deals are
4. Don’t spend any money on anything ever even if you need it be prepared to justify the purchase
5. Be happy! Communicate with friends! Find mom friends! Go out and hang out with them but don’t spend any money!
6. Find more copywriting work even if it’s paying you 2 cents a word because you have to make your car payment on time
7. Make more money but don’t ask anyone to watch Max for you
8. Figure out your life’s passion and make a plan to go to school so you can make 50-60k yearly, but don’t ask anyone to watch Max for you
9. Commit to going to school, write many grant proposals so you don’t spend any money on school
10. Put on makeup and get dressed every day
11. Have sex often and enthusiastically
Repeat.
I’m going to Michigan this weekend and it’s always so bittersweet. Half of me misses it terribly - my shitty apartment, Tap Room, being 113lbs, keeping everyone’s expectations incredibly low, meaningless sex, extended alone time.
The other half of me knows all those things only existed because I was deeply, deeply sad.
Being in Michigan makes me realize how much of my life is the way it is, and was the way it was due to my own sadness. It’s like I don’t recognize myself without it.
Are things objectively difficult and my reactions are justified or am I an insane person where things are actually okay and I make shit up and have inappropriate reactions???
Idk.
“Ghost Stories Told by Foxes“ by Kat Philbin
(18+)
My anxiety has evolved into something I have never experienced before, even at my worst. It’s becoming vaguely concerning. Every day all I can think about is:
1. Anthony definitely has cancer or will get cancer soon and will die young, leaving me not only without my best friend, husband, and father of my child but also with a mortgage and no way to support Max and myself without going back to bartending and allowing Max to be raised by family and kindercare because I’m a broke single mom.
2. I am going to get in a car wreck and I will die but Max will be forgotten in the back seat where he will freeze or starve into death.
3. Max will die in his sleep while on his belly. Max will die in his sleep because his sleeper will choke him somehow. Max will die overnight and I’ll find him dead the next morning.
4. My house is dirty even if it’s not and I can never get it clean it’s always dirty and I can’t concentrate on anything because my house is dirty.
5. My furnace is going to explode because the people who lived here before us smoked so much there is buildup of gunk in the vents and our house will absolutely catch fire, and Max will burn to death.
It’s like the only thing I can do to feel better is clean my house, and even then it never feels clean enough or done enough and I can’t calm down.
Anyways goodnight.
Richard Powers.
I keep trying to find comfort in spaces that don’t exist anymore, only to be surprised that it’s not the same.
I’m an idiot, and I’m so so tired.
Hickory dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
Max reminds me so much of a mouse.
Tokyo Vibes / Liam Wong www.twitter.com/liamwong
RICHARD SIKEN x KEVIN LUCBERT
‘Saying Your Names’ published in Crush (2005);
The desk (2016) by @kevinlucbert , 21 x 29.7 cm, ink on paper
Trees and people used to be good friends. I saw that tree and decided to buy the house. Hope Mom likes it too. Okay, let’s pay our respects then get home for lunch.
Finally watched this with Little Max.
That boy makes me so excited about everything all the time, forever.