Hi.
Here's the newest version of my my new york city anthem.
The longer I'm here, the more I've become aware how I've been scraping by for so damn long.
Living on limited means, limited self-care, limited affection. I'm tired and lonely and I don't know how to break through towards vitality in anything. Healthier emotional life. New and deeper relationships. An artistic career in something, anything.
So I sing to myself. I write little songs in an effort to keep this will alive. I'm working on a production of MACBETH which opens the 21st of July, and it's gonna be a wonderful show. It's really kicking my ass.
I don't know if I'll ever be meant for human consumption again, relationship-wise. But that's ok. There's plenty of work to be done...
