“Deflated. Boat coming into the harbor after a long journey at sea. Collapsing, I feel like I will melt into the floor. Limbs lax and limp, eyes heavy, and a jaw slacking at its hinge. Recapitulation of the day… the images flash forwards and backwards in my mind. Faces blend, conversations blur – and all I am left with is the concrete feeling that today was another unique and beautifully crafted creation.”
(Auto Writing, January 26th, 2012).