It's been a strange week.

From lots of production at night I have gone into a sort of waiting: for materials, money to buy materials, time...
I'm also waiting to do my performance. This will break some sort of spell and let me catapult myself forwards again.
Looking back a couple of years ago I was thinking of phonograph recordings of myself, looping and overlapping. But I was also hooked on shouting dark jelly, overflowing. I also used the words post-apocalyptic. Is this a slow apocalypse?