many of you know how I moved to Toronto, Canada.
When I was there I was very inspired to create.
Why is it that here, back in California, I am not.
I was creative also in Boston and San Francisco when visiting.
For some reason Los Angeles sucks my soul.
I feel claustrophobic and fearful.
There are no boundaries here - anti intellectualism - and
I tend to loose my spine.
Some things are nice but somehow I feel stuck in a piece of plastic when I am here.
Sorry for the vent. It's good to be near my family but for some reason now - it feels like I am in some weird movie about a "fake world."
"...do not look outside yourself for the leader."
-wisdom of the hopi elders
"...the sign of a true leader is service..." - anonymous