Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I wait in the dim light of the computer screen for word from the gallery... was I accepted? The call is supposed to come tonight. Instead of sitting here I should be working on another piece... I need more inspiration, from where? The streets are cold and lonely, maybe I should roam them looking for a muse like a homeless person looks for dropped coins or a handout. At times I wonder about my own fate.

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