I’m lying on the floor. I need to get away from the computer
screen. There isn’t a couch in this room. I’m not complaining. Couches are
marks of complacency. This is a dusty floor.
Here’s the thing, I’ve never decided to be anything. So I’m approaching
my thirtieth birthday and I don’t think I have a career. This wouldn’t be a
problem in another era but it is a problem now. We are asked to decide our
fates by what business we choose. Decide? Well, that’s the idea preached at us
thorough this culture. How much say do I have over nature?
I have a job. It doesn’t generate enough to live on. I’m
living with my parents and I am thankful.
I have good friends.
Someday I will tell you about the job, family and friends I’m
sure. But for today I just want to tell you that couches are a sign of
complacency.
They invite you to rest when maybe you shouldn’t. They
promote inertia. To have them means you will lie down more than without one. No,
I’m not complaining about this floor or the chairs I choose. I remain restless.
It’s better for art; isn’t this art?
