Sunday, 27 November 2011

Oh the fuckedness

This is a small, tiny, little fraction of what goes on in my internal reality. When I was at NIce recently is was an assesment. A psychiatric one.

This isn't true. Internally I was seeing signs this might be, ie I saw that a person might be displaying something which I saw as a psychiatrist asessing or a person who knew more about me than they could know without ...unusual systems or unusual chance. Or my misperception.

Ah. Fuck this shit.

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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"