Ok, I did it, I managed to crawl out of bed and go to the City. Had to run to catch a bus, but that's ok, as I was wearing not to many layers of clothing, thus I felt a bit cold. Went to the Town Hall to see exibition of Tomasz Tomaszewski's photos- I was the only human being there, except for bored ticket lady and guy who was in charge of cloak room and had keys for exibition rooms. Holy crap! This is how condition of photography looks like in our country...Anyhow, it was even pleasant to be left alone with this pics, and I found some of them quite interesting. Wish someone would pay me same amount of money (50 000zł) to do this project! After half an hour I left feeling a little bit more convinced that I should return to photographing. And then I went to Grandpa and spent some hours discussing paths for my artistic journey, exchanging ideas and so forth. Ate extremly greasy fried potatos and cucumber soup. Finished my picture. Was trying not to think about anger that grows in me like a particularly nasty boil. When it bursts I might do or say awful things. And very soon after- regret it. I can't even be consistent, that's pathetic!I think I need some weed.
I wish my dear friend V. could visit me as soon as possible. We would go for a long walks in the woods, drink vodka and smoke cigarettes, talk about tough and surreal things and laugh like mad men. He is the only person except for my dear Boy, I can do that with to such extent.
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