Sketch II, 07 February 2012
I hate the way, when I sit down in a café, fully intending to write and read, and research and be serious, like a real writer, I spend at least three hours looking at fashion blogs and Facebook and nutrition advice about sprouting legumes and how to lose weight and how to hide / heal your eating disorder and not even googling things that are funny. It takes three hours of Facebook investigations into where so and so is parading their desire for love and affection and the hip-driven writhings of greasy-haired nerdy brunettes (or perhaps maybe blondes now?!) for me to write anything. Or, for that matter, for me to start googling things that are funny, like rose carved rose quartz valentines for new-agey lovers. And then all that I can write is a little sketch about being distracted in a café where I ordered a coffee and it was sort of oily, so I couldn’t drink it, and instead I spent three hours doing what amounts to nothing. And then I read an e-Flux article, and wrote these sentences, felt bored, and decided to go home.
