exhausted

I wake up exhausted and with this intense hair loss which is so upsetting  although I try to hide and it is from all the trauma of what lead me to move although I am so glad not to be living next to what feels like a crime scene St. Ann's shady air sale by the USPS to NYU and the newest hideous mega dorm thanks to NYU.  It seems NYU and Cooper Union are having a fierce competition to see who can build the most hideous ugly architecture in the East Village.  The trauma was multi faceted NYU, St. Ann's the USPS and what felt like a slow motion hate crime but overwhelmingly I am glad to have sold my home of 20 years.

I wake up exhausted and worried I will get ticketed aka harassed for my poster art political statement but I am so proud of the work the painting the text and the process of sharing with people.  I have not settled in to my new home part of this new hideous New York thanks to Bloomberg like the new hideous Yankee Stadium that most people can't afford and a team with a bloated salary that most likely won't make it to the play offs again.

I dream of moving yet again although moving is traumatic and my experience even more so but where...

I also was thinking of my short story Murderville and I thought this morning if I die prematurely I am coming back as a ghost....I really want to serve justice but I felt so exhausted I realize these posers because they are even posing as human are their own punishment.

I am proud of my work and I do have to thank the mayor for one thing although he destroyed my neighborhood and that is he got me to paint and that poster is very smart and funny better than his mega million dollar campaign.