day 208 || face to face

Grey. Gloomy. Overcast day outside. Layers upon layers of thick, dull grey clouds.

Where hides my motivation? Maybe a second cup of coffee or T. Monk in the stereo,

—or better yet build a fire in the middle of the room, piling on the possessions: chairs, books, canvas, clothing, furniture, magazines, desires, a huge pyre of identity and catalogs of personality going up in smoke and ruin. A new sense of self by throwing myself into the orange-red tongues of chaos. Moving towards the creation of a stepping point. Burn clean as my archetypes and idealisms dance in circles around the flames and ash, bringing out the ego-Phoenix and Jungian principles of self.