2023-03-04 Journal Entry

🍃 Season: ❄️ Winter 🔆 Weekday: Saturday 🗓 Date: March 4, 2023 📅 Week: Feb 27 – Mar 5, 2023

I got two sentences in before I had to put the story down. I don’t feel like I have it in me, how to get the words out on the page. I’m just kinda angry. Maybe I don’t really have a good grip on what exactly it is I want to write. I have some kind of vision in my head, but it’s so far only vague, hazy, like a dream. I can see it, kind of. There’s a gallery, and a young man, and a security guard, and a handful of less important people meandering around. I imagine the young man is college-age, probably 18 or 19. They’ve been assigned this by their college professor. Now that I think about it, that much might not really matter. I don’t think I want to go tell the whole back story of why this event is happening. But that’s why they’re there at least, and why they don’t immediately leave.

So they sit and look at this painting. What painting is it? It needs to be something oriented around people. I want to say there’s nature, but I somewhat like the vibe of this scene:

I clearly don’t need to cite this or even give many specifics in the piece, but I like the distinct varieties of loneliness in this. There’s the back left corner, one man looking as if he’s spitting something back into his drink while the girl looks away, the man next to him also looking away from his own conversation. In fact, the more I look at it, at least one person in every conversation is looking away. I like that. I like that everyone is here in this bustling place, what looks like a slightly small, kinda homey cocktail bar, and everyone’s talking but no one’s listening.