illogical dust is a person, Beth Cee; sometimes also people, as in a project. Shout out to you Candy, to Rose in Hamburg, the London people, the Brighton people. To be honest “illogical dust” just kind of exists as its own entity – a hungry little monster that is sometimes furry, sometimes demonic. When I think I understand, I don’t.
- “illogical” – in that it rarely makes a lot of sense
- “dust” – because all things are temporary. This is the way it is. We come, we go. Sometimes we leave shit behind. This is my shit.
I fight the urge to make everything neat and tidy – but do it anyway, I added a poem today I wrote 10 years ago. I don’t think it matters. Yesterday I edited an even older poem – because nothing ever seems to be finished.
I use art and music and words to keep myself sane and happy. Simply this. Not because I want anyone to like it, but because there is something about the act of self-expression that allows me to realise that I exist, albeit temporarily. We are none of us permanent. We arrive, create a little chaos, and leave.
So, welcome to my chaos. What you find here might be called a journal, a scrapbook, or a box of odds and ends. Maybe one day I’ll know for sure.