Monday, 30 May 2011

I loved an organisation

Someone astute helped me to come to this realisation.

I used to work for a mental health charity. I placed it on a pedestal. And then it broke my heart. I continued to be dligient but it ate me up inside.

I became a bad lover. I still love their vision. Even if I'm the only one who can see it.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"