Sunday, January 18, 2009

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Hello, my name continues to be Neil Alexander Mclean.
This was not of my own volition.
An' I’n am having a little nap on this chair in the garage approximately twenty eight million, forty seven thousand, three hundred and sixty feet away from where I had an idea.
After a history of difficulty completing some of my other ideas… I decided that this one must be seen through to fruition.
I had it on the 1st of the 1st 2003.
Little did I know it would take me such a fucking long time.
The idea was born at the top of this house; on this half… in a room whose window you cannot see in this picture because it is further back than this room at the front, a stones throws down the z axis; I’m not in the room.
I am taking a photo of the house from outside.
I still haven’t finished (chuckle) seeing my idea through... I still haven’t finished seeing my idea through to fruition.
Perhaps I was the merry fool in electing to coerce this whimsy into being.
I wonder how far my journey...
Will I succeed…?
Or will I fail… crushed by the minutia lurking in the work ahead.
Blocked by growling obstacles lumbering before me down the corridor of time..
Or possibly stolen from the idea by the whispering ghost of doubt in my heart…?

2 comments:

  1. As usual, this is hilarious mostly because I really feel that same sense of doubt and "minutia lurking in the work ahead".
    It is the starting of projects that is the most tantalizing to me. The finishing is less than desirable, can be in fact, downright horrific. Finishing means the death of possibilities. But finish you must because your vision is unique and others will benefit from seeing those corners of your rooms that few can scarcely even dream about properly.

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  2. ah brilliant, it's about fucking time you did something like this. well, you do things like this all the time, but it's about time your blerged.

    i look forward to everything which comes, spewing or simply trickling, from your anus.

    xo
    bs

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