I really hate change, and with my shows behind me I am forced to confront the unpleasant business of actually leaving. Example of said unpleasant business: My ever-faithful assistant and I scraped my studio floor for 7 hours today. I'm done trying to find creative ways to say thank you, because I'm just too indebted to her. But she's coming to visit me in Berlin and maybe I can find her some nice Deutschboy or something. I'm crying again, and I don't even know why. Maybe it's because I became very invested in the city, and in this community, and it's hard to say goodbye to that even though I may have become superficially indifferent to it. I didn't expect to be so sad about leaving, I'm a little surprised.
As a visual metaphor, please check out these tortured (and really fucking stupid) blood drawings by Babyshambles frontman Pete Dougherty.