I've been feeling frustrated when it comes to writing and photography in the past couple days. My paper journal is simply holding post-it notes for me to (hopefully / maybe) write about what's been going on but I just can't seem to make myself write. Yeah, I'm blocked at the moment and I know it's all in my head. For awhile there, I was writing in my paper journal almost daily but it seems I'm on the other side of the glass again, seeing the girl on the other side who's writing while I'm over here banging on the glass, my pages blank.
Then I became suddenly very unsatisfied with my photos. As though I ought to be taking hundreds of pictures every single damn day and if I'm not, then what the hell do I have a camera for? Since I wasn't feeling particularly like taking pictures outside today (totally missed out on the unseasonably lovely Toronto weather recently) I decided to take some in my apartment instead. It's where I spend a great deal of time, so why not?
How exciting this post will be. To see the hallway when you get right inside my door - ooo! - it's like you're here. Only you're not. win/win!
back of my apartment door.
My favourite painting from my long-time Florida friend CD Brewster. The back of the door has a map of The Beach/es which is pretty nifty although I don't refer to it for walks - I did, however, mark "you are here" on it. Beside it is the "Congrats" card that Bruce gave me when I first got the apartment last January. The last part of that display are two cards from a housewarming card & gift that
apeystar gave me when I first moved to Toronto, I believe. A reminder to be happy where I am now and so forth.

view of bachelor pad from door.

I feel lucky to have a hallway when I live in a bachelor apartment in such a big city.

snail mail backlog.
And this is what I think is blocking my journal writing, odd as it may sound. I've not replied to anything in my stack of snail mail in weeks and I think, as punishment to myself, I'm not allowing myself to write to me. Makes sense. Granted, I had some good excuses for getting behind with it: sicknesses, school & a social life. But yeah, I think if I could just buckle down and write some postcards, reply to a letter or two, I'd likely break this writing block to pieces.

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