2003-05-03 - 12:01 p.m.

everything is being dismantled. on a metaphorical level, it's very Yeatsian. on a literal level, it's the fact that my darkroom has become an unusable crap storage center. my drumset lies in pieces around the basement, its space filled by a new weight bench. my computer was dismantled long ago. my life seems to be breaking off into segments. i watch them burn as they enter the atmosphere.

i'm falling out of orbit.

it's very Yeatsian.

one step forward - one step back