It is without choice that we are carried away by the machines that Time fuels. More than three weeks have past since I arrived back on this measly island. The suffocating air and choking humidity does nothing but add to my general unhappiness. In such an irrational frame of mind did I embark on a three month internship at the Singapore Art Museum. As predicted, it has been disappointing so far, but I refuse to give in. After the last few weeks of reading original letters and diary entries of artists from decades ago, i feel like i'm entering a territory that is completely irrelevant. Still, it's really interesting. i suppose it's better than crunching numbers. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that I am in a creative atmosphere.
What choice do we have anyway?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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