hiding

so this weekend is chinati weekend, which means crazy events and tons of people, starting last night, it’s sort of like the sxsw of marfa, but i had this total shutdown last night, where i didn’t want to see anyone and i was hating everything and hating small towns and people being less than bighearted and just wanting to escape from everything. i was supposed to go to all these art events, but all i wanted to do was hide. well, what i really wanted to do was go to the art events, but be a different person, a stranger, so i wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. i tried to go to the laundromat to do internet, but STILL there were friends there, so i just went home and listened to bruce springsteen very very loud and drew on my arms and tried to work it all out. i don’t know, man. i thought small towns were all about support and kindness, but turns out they’re also about cattiness and smiling-while-saying-mean-things.