Tuesday, March 3, 2020


March 2, 2020

Worried that my stamina won’t get me through Ireland. Worried that the coronavirus will mew me up in some airport somewhere before I get home. People still picking up paintings from Studio Forlorn. Valdez says “no” for the 12th year in a row. Each effort at finding a home, at finding a community, gets stymied.

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