today is a headache day. too much concepts being crammed into the crevices on my overflowing brain. information flows from my eyes and nose and mouth and ears. head ringing, ears stinging. we are in art class. my insignificant chicken scratches vaguely recalling distant images. copied straight from the web, no thought put into the stainless steel coloured scribbles on a thick paper. sooner or later, the paper will disintegrate from the paints heaped on it, the colours not compplementing each other. i will hate the way it looks and wish i could bin it. the arcylic will cause the paper to emit flakes of soft scrucnhed up paper particles, reminding one of eraser scraps. ideas concepts memories all translated into marks on paper.