light on blogs these days, turning my gaze inward. i thought, upon returning to new york, i might easily descend into apathy. haven't yet, at least i don't think so. tho it is unbearably cold and alternately snowy and rainy, and always gloomy. suddenly i can't remember why i live here, can feel myself outgrowing this town. the problem with the new york artist is we all live in a bubble. at a certain point everything becomes endlessly self-referential or irrelevant. i don't know what to make of it anymore. i'm not quite sure where this is going. sorry. what i wanted to blog about i don't feel like blogging anymore. ah yes, apathy. --AL.