So, this funk of dissatisfaction continues for me. I think perhaps it might be good to take more of a break from teaching than I anticipated and return to daydreaming about zombies. Perhaps, I could even make the time to paint a few pictures of the blood-encrusted creepers. Would make great Christmas presents for Grandma.... if they were zombie parrots.
It is interesting though to live in a community which celebrates the zombie so highly. I see them everywhere. MFA live reading titles, classes offered at the university, student t-shirts, etc.
I keep wondering when the populace will turn their gaze away again from the stark gore of the undead. I almost want to stab this bubble of zombie bliss with a machete; it feels like exploitation. Maybe I should just celebrate this celebration and get over myself. Or open up my cranium to the hoards when they do arrive. It's been that kind of month.
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