Passing

6 years ago, when I learned that my dad had cancer, I was led to believe that it didn't matter. The doctors said it was a slow-moving tumor, and he would pass away from natural causes before the cancer ever became a serious threat to his life. That was 6 years ago. Today, I move to Philadelphia to chase down the dream of being a writer. And my father sits at home, dying of a tumor in his abdomen. It turns out that speed isn't everything. Direction counts for something as well.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Day 11

I want to finish painting today.

My mental chaos has calmed. The wind of self-destruction and self-loathing is swayed, yet the chaos around me persists. All is in flux.

I feel the remarkable cliche of excusing myself for a few days without blogging. I have important matters to post, regarding the events and incidents of the past few days. But now is not the time. Soon.

Passing

Monday, August 2, 2010

Day 11

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