“Ivan! Where are you?”
THAT is a
good question, Natasha, when regarded metaphorically. In relative space-time, I’m in the
basic NYC area—take your standard 50-megaton Hydrogen Bomb, and using the
Empire State Building as Ground Zero (a la Blackie in Fail-Safe), you’d
vaporize me along with the rest of Manhattan.
But where
is my spirit, my drive, my energy aimed? Kinda animalistic in that I’m in total
job hunt mode—and I still whip myself for not doing enough.
BASTA! I’m not letting this turn into “Fear & Self-Loathing in Hyperspace”—
Let’s talk about T-shirts and collages!
