they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

creating.

i am staring at these words on a page that may or may not get torn apart by the client or a creative director or me.
and
one
by
one
i tear them down.
until all that is left is white
endless, overflowing, laughing-at-me white.

and then, bit by bit, letter by letter, i rebuild.

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