Calcasieu
A month until Christmas. I’m going to Mexico for the first week of December.
Excited to be somewhere warm. It snowed here a few days ago. Very wintery looking now.
I like warm over cold, generally.
Reading a book about the history of Sulphur production. Interesting so far. Big breakthrough around 1900 in Louisiana. The “Frasch” process; involves heating up sulphur to it molten state with hot water and pumping it up out of the ground. Calcasieu Parish, Louisiana and surrounding area is an important place to the story.
Funny word Calcasieu is.
I’ve been wanting to make a coffee table book. An artistic type book. Using my notebooks from the past 10 years as the content. I could call it “10 years of me” or “insights in navigating the Canadian health care system” or “a recovering borderline” or “one white guy to another: how to avoid killing yourself in an era of white guilt, colonial shame, and other things I’ve learned”.
I like those ideas. I think it would be funny but insightful and meaningful at the same time. Maybe.
I think it would be fun to pursue. Fun for me to pursue.
I really like art. Art is cool. Art is up there with God in my mind. Something really sacred about it. Something spiritual.
Not all art. A lot of it sucks. But even Art that sucks has its place I guess.
I enjoy Camus’ take on life being absurd. It truly is. Sometimes in great ways, sometimes in horrible ways. Mostly in inbetween ways.
I’m scared to be alone. I’m scared to not be alone. I’m scared of death. I’m scared of living. I’m scared of people. I’m scared of loving.
It would be nice not to be as scared all the time.
It would be nice.