i have had enough for now.

spend my days in the city.

i cannot help but want to be home. maybe not home, but not here. i can only take one place for so long and i think i have had enough for now. really though lately it is not myself that has had enough. it seems that this place has had enough of me. the people, the place, the everything. i put up with it for a bit, but i am reaching my ends to it.

more than this though, my battle of late is finding validation in my work. i hate to say it but the world does not really care what you think, only what it thinks. in art you must appeal to the masses even if it means selling out and quite frankly i do not give in. i never have been a pushover and it is not what i plan on doing for the next 50 years. i wish i could concentrate and write, but i am so angry just thinking about it. i think i will wait to write what i mean for a little while because this wont end up working for the either of us. keep moving.

tim.