September 09th, 2019
by The Egg Party
My neighbours house was a new type modern. The construction was just something else. It was all crooked wood, inconsistent paint, fence posts cobbled together in this spendid tower, one that appeared fit enough to house a goblin. I gave up drinking for a month and needed to do something with my hands and the teetotal result was me building a minature version of this Goblin House. Well, I partial built it. I haven't installed the water systems, the toilet has no seat, the music system is functional but jankey, the fireplace has no chimney, the bed has no mattress, the throne lack opulence, the carpet needs runners, the electrical experiment has failed. As it stands, I think the Goblins would be proud. I imagine them encouraging me, telling me to 'work hard, but never too hard'. This is a view of my bedroom window.
My frame of the hous was salvaged from my bed, a borken down collection of twisted wood, an IKEA masterwork that I needed to retired. Then I looked for more garbage. Those Goblin' Goblins needed a home. Usually when someone needs a home, the sooner, the better. It's survival. So collected garbage hot garbage, damp feathers of mauled chickens, old-dairy smeared paddle-pop sticks, abandoned and tagged sharehouse shared housed, private cased construction waste, haemorrhagic dumpster piles. I pulled my arm, down to elbow in drain pipe full of hot coins, sweating in alley air, thick with automated fireflies, pulling out a lump that turned into this.
So that's where I'm at. A little bit further than that, but then true progress should be partially hidden. I'm still going, I'm still using my mind, it is unfortunately just not focused on this. Maybe it will be tomorrow. I can live 24 hours in the future. That's still healthy, I am close to being mentally present.