S.R. Wild: Artist and Graphic Designer

The Sky was Burning

I walked down to the waterfront this evening… wait, how many posts have I written that begin like that? Too many. Quite often, I walk down to the waterfront to sit by the water, draw, try not to think too much, and watch the sunset. I don’t photograph every sunset, nor do I post every sunset I photograph on here. However, tonight’s sunset was exceptionally beautiful. It was almost as beautiful as… I can’t say, you’d only laugh.

Ugh, I’m a bit grumpy. Today I was reminded (more than usual) of how much I miss someone, which in turn reminded me of how much of an idiot I can be.

I bought a copy of Guilt & Pleasure Magazine, which I’ve never heard of. It’s The Death Issue. Perhaps it will cheer me up.

Burrito Sunset

In my continuing effort to keep everyone abreast of my compelling existence, here is what transpired this evening. After fiddling about at home all day, I watched the sunset and ate a burrito at Battery Park. Afterwards, I went to the café where I had coffee and a piece of Triple Layered Mocha cake (I don’t usually do cake but today was a special occasion). I read a letter from a friend; her words made me chortle and smile. I have no idea what I’m going to do tonight. It might involve a photo shoot, rusty metal, and/or glue.

Sunsets are Back

Now that the sun sets later and it’s warmer out, I’ve been able to return to my evening ritual of walking down to the waterfront to see the sunset. I usually walk in a big circle (1 or 2 miles): starting at my apartment, through town, down to the waterfront, and back up my apartment. If I don’t have the time, I just go straight down to the waterfront (it’s only a quarter mile).

When I get down there I find a good sitting rock — one that won’t tear my ass apart — and space out watching the show.

On Saturday, I watched the sunset from the Burlington Earth Clock — a bit cold but gorgeous. It was the first time I’ve been there. I’ve been meaning to go since I started at my current job because one of guys who works in the living room with me at work built it.

For some reason I’m really wired tonight — no, it’s not from too much coffee. It’s odd, I hardly slept at all last night or the past couple nights, so I should be exhausted. It’s actually a good thing, I have a ton of stuff I want to do. Although, I’ll be a complete wreck tomorrow if I don’t get some decent sleep.

Journal Pages for Cuatro de Mayo

I’d like to dedicate today’s journal pages to all the other socially retarded, borderline mute, lone wolves out there who are perfectly comfortable with not joining a pack tonight. These pages are sponsored by the gal at the tobacco shop who gifted me a fabulous wooden cigar box (with a little paint, paper, and glue it’ll make a handsome vessel to display the lil’ artworks I’m selling), my cute neighbor who said she liked my smorkin’ labit decal, and this evening’s sunset at the fishing pier.

Man, my journal is starting to bulge. No, it’s not excited. It’s from all the stuff I’ve been adding to it. I might have to put it on a diet (rip out some blank pages). If I don’t, the spine will explode. I really should do it before I start working on them, but I’m incapable of thinking more than five minutes ahead. This always happens when a journal is about half full… or half empty—since I’m filling it, half full makes more sense and the same applies to glasses.

You may have noticed that I’m on page 45 of this journal, yet I’ve only posted 26 pages. I don’t post all pages because some of them are crap, unfinished, or classified.

For the past three nights, I’ve been trying to watch Waiting for Godot. I keep falling asleep. It’s not that it’s boring. I really like it. I think it’s because it’s the only part of the day where I come close to not thinking (worrying, obsessing) and can relax.

Except for a few shows, like The Simpsons, and the occasional bout of insomnia induced channel surfing, I don’t watch TV. I found that I don’t remember my dreams if I watch a lot. I need to remember them because that’s where most of my ideas come from. (I once had a dream that my dream self sued my awake self for plagiarism.) I don’t watch many movies these days either because I’m trying to save money so I don’t rent them, I’ve watched the ones I own far too many times, and the pickings at the library are slim.

Tonight, my mission is to finish Waiting for Godot.

ESTRAGON: Wait! (He moves away from Vladimir.) I sometimes wonder if we wouldn’t have been better off alone, each one for himself. (He crosses the stage and sits down on the mound.) We weren’t made for the same road.
VLADIMIR: (without anger). It’s not certain.
ESTRAGON: No, nothing is certain.
Vladimir slowly crosses the stage and sits down beside Estragon.
VLADIMIR: We can still part, if you think it would be better.
ESTRAGON: It’s not worthwhile now.
Silence.
VLADIMIR: No, it’s not worthwhile now.
Silence.
ESTRAGON: Well, shall we go?
VLADIMIR: Yes, let’s go.
They do not move.

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