So for my 3 or 4 readers...right, so I got laid off on Tuesday and trying to figure out what to do next. It's for the best, mostly. Working on a long poem. I guess I'm just not personally invested in blogging as somehow transcribing anything interesting about my life, or to reify it in that it seems interesting...because it's not, really. And at a point where the materialism of art and its politics in the general sense, its contours, feels very incorporeal to me, and therefore, hey, once again an avenue to explore my self. Which I haven't done for a long time in poetry (as opposed to systems and the construction of signifiers, blah blah blah). Of course that will probably change in 3 or 4 weeks.