Day 0251

Woke up thinking of locked in syndrome. Feeling that we are all locked in to our ways and bounded by our circuitry and circumstance. We must be extremely predictable, but not to ourselves.

Consciousness such a thin sparking, fragile layer on top of a completely unknown mass, making it intelligible to itself. How strange it can flicker out and the body still tick over.

Useless doing art when so tired. Found some of my drawings from in New York, much better than current stuff. This is all counterproductive.