day 15 || diptych || open book

I want my life to be an open book— this statement exists as a confessional, an admittance of guilt for vanity. Every artist wants the world accept their work, archive their life, and histories,

so I take photos of myself, partner, sandals, cat, documenting the average everyday existence—

The world digests itself, recycles itself in the need to process out energy. Phoenix burning.
Industries/technologies ingest, cannibalize themselves—power struggles. Politics. Control.
Vicious cycles: there is no avoidance of the patterns humans follow.

There was a point in the transition from self-as-artist to world/universal patterns. My "guilt" needs to be erased. An old commentary from past journals: desire in itself is not a bad thing—the issue lies in how a person achieves the goals of their desires.

—it is the object of desire which can be negative.