In Yon Photoshoppe I've been shaping landscapes lately--strange swooping and dripping things unbound by physical constraints and probably more surrealist than anything I've watched come out of my fingers before. They're not great, but I feel like they're going places, if only I can poke at them long enough.
On the job side of things: customers continue to range from grumpy to wonderful. I am tired of people steamrolling me in conversations, though -- be they managers or customers. It makes me feel invalidated, and I can't tell if I'm boring them or if they're just in a hurry. I've been trying not to overwhelm people with information, but... it's a bookstore(?) & am not sure if doin' it rite.
Your dose of anguish today is one that's been on my mind for awhile: reading requires a time investment, and the more time you spend in a bookstore or library the more time you will spend finding books to enjoy. There are a lot of "bad" books out there (depending on taste), but even if you avoid those as you dig you will likely find many more books to read than will be possible within a given lifetime. You will never be able to experience all the good books in the world, but only a small fraction (the same is true of reality -- it is too vast for us to be able to truly experience all but the smallest & most subjective sliver).
Of course, the optimistically converse aspect of this is that we have time in this world to enjoy books at all.
Ring the bells that still can ring,
& sing your stupid head off to
the ones who are not listening
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