I moved, and now have apparently no access to internet of my own. The time i have online is only borrowed from my room mates or from public ports. To say the least, this situation has become increasingly frustrating and i've fallen victim to the disease of boredom and a bit of social starvation. It's amazing how dependent upon the internet we can be... i don't even consider myself an avid web-user, but still the absence of it in my life has seemed to greatly affect my mind and spirit. It's sort of pathetic.

The main reason i wanted to convey this messege was to assure my clients that i am still working on their images/almost finished; that the main hinderance to finalizing our transactions is my lack of internet access.

In other news, since my loss created a huge void of time for me in the past weeks, i've filled those otherwise unused hours with reading and writing. I've always wanted more time for books, since i find that experiencing through literature feeds the mind with wisdom that can be applied in one's daily reality. But besides that reason, i felt at a loss for words.

To experience the internet is to be continuously exposed to words- mostly single or fragmented sentences, but words nonetheless. Sure, images and icons guide our eyes perhaps just as much as those words do and the format of a website is no where close to that of a novel, but after a few days of roaming the streets, drawing in solitude and feebly seeking chemistry between me and other human beings, one thing that i longed and ached for most was reading and receiving information from the outskirts of my world.

So i took up a book about Leonardo and have been emulating his sketching style ever since, read short stories from an old English course textbook, picked up a book explaining the science behind human deformity, read briefly some art philosophy and wrote constantly. Whenever i had a string of coherant thoughts, i would pick up any writing surface available to me and scribble it down. Those beginnings tended to develope into elaborate ends, and i've filled many, many pages with various essays and analysis of as much experience as my stamina allowed.

After reading on paper so much, i now view web-pages with a new kind of awe. Communication online requires so much intuition and understanding of symbolism and context that it could be considered [if not a new language entirely] a completely different dialect.

I have more thoughts but little time, so i'll stop there and wish all of my lovely watchers well! I hope that if you are beginning classes again, you have good teachers and learn valuable things. If your life is taking other courses, i hope that they at least bring you happiness.

*amosa