felicia is. lacking clarity
and much much too much sleep deprived and worn out. sleeping on pink insulation foam and in warehouses with people literally hammering holes in walls is quite.. laborious. and then i ask, why. oh why do i do this to myelf? to be angry all the time, to labor so much for something that can't be touched, that is going to simply be deinstalled and disappear forever, that can only be completed by the viewer's presence, and dissipated the moment he/she blinks. whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy do i do this..!!!!!
i'll stop my bitching later.
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