Amen

my work is taking the roof off of the building while all of the artists are still in the room. the ceiling is covered in white and gray speckly cancer feathers filled with unknown pollutants. it is falling on all the artists and all the artists' computers. no one at my work has made alternate plans for those of us underneath a roof which is being torn off.

!! can this be comprehended.

no authority figures at my work made plans for the people who work underneath the roof while the roof is being torn off.

i have been spent one hour of four hours here today, working. three hours of four fuckin' around. this is good! when i go upstairs to the artists' room that is losing its roof to retrieve something from my desk, i inhale cancer molecules that immediately coat my throat, which is bad, but i get to make this sound like a hack/gag/wheeze which makes people laugh. this is good.

it's so exhausting trying to understand people who own companies and why they do the things they do.

now i'm in a teeny tiny office with one other artist. it's got good lighting although we are just slightly too close to each other. no one knows where all the artists are. we're like tiny baby spiders that have broken off from their mother and are floating along on random winds going god knows where to build a home wherever that is. we're orphans.

at least it's not an ordinary day, right? i said once before i used to wish for disaster just so things could be more interesting. it's important to be specific that the disaster not take place in my brain, with my body or with the brains or bodies of people i love.

may disaster happen but affect no brains or bodies.

amen.