01 January 2012

it's so quiet it feels like the world died.

6 comments:

Factory Supervisor said...

I think the world, much like myself, has nothing more to say...?

wrenna said...

When I have nothing to say there is always something big in the way. Or there have been too many holiday get-togethers.

Factory Supervisor said...

I'm not sure you ever have 'nothing' to say.. as much as 'what' to say..
any & all holiday get-togethers are too many...

wrenna said...

my grandparents just stopped by and bless them but they are extremely boring. I was watching the wine I couldn't drink go down in the glasses waiting for them to leave. are you painting?

Factory Supervisor said...

I wish I was painting.. it seemed to stop the middle of last year..
when I felt I had nothing more to say..
like my blog, around the same time.
I fear I have become boring.
... and the wine I can drink goes down very quick indeed.

I want to be me again this year..
..not sure who or what that is though..

wrenna said...

In that case I wish you happy reading and viewing and good company for doing those things with as you look for new and old things to inspire. I miss your blips, they were magical little experiments. Even the mundane moments the world through your eyes is always more beautiful and strange. I can totally relate to feeling that there is nothing to say, though. It's soul-crushing. In the mean time I am working away slowly, waiting for something to emerge, waiting for some guidance when I put my mundane thing together.