Posted by: Xhyra Graf | 12 July 2006

Processes in First Person

I take a break from working and head to the kitchen where I meet my sister. As she animatedly tells me about watching the monologue of this certain artist to iron out some problems she is having with hers and the changes she is thinking of making, I remember that it’s been about 9 months since I locked myself in to do the preliminary design for the labyrinth project.

I start to chuckle and she pauses to look at me. “What?”

“People think this shit just happens.”

Sighing, she heads back to the DVD player to continue working.

I hear the resignation in her voice, ‘Yes, they do.’



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