FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 11
Part 11- Dried Up
It’s not going to work. You’re drained of creativity…
and your brain is constipated.
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FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 12
Part 12 – Train Yourself
Tell yourself over and over that it’s going to be ok. You need to convince yourself, or the next six months are going to be very, very long.
FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 13
Part 13 – Mensa
Not even your mantras are working. You’ve hit the bottom. You’re at your end. Now you’ve got one thing to look forward to: Mensa. A daily trip to the canteen for some potato croquets and soup and rice and Coca Cola.
FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 14
Part 14 – Madness
It’s going. You’re losing it…
Slowly…
Slowly…
Completely…
FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 15
Part 15 – Void
Through it all, your peers/former lovers/roommates/comrades leave you and the building and the town. They become one of the many that were Fabricantes. They are quickly replaced, their positions, but not their presence. Somehow those assholes that were trying to step over you have become dear to you. They leave a void. The building is full of voids and you think, “my time has to be coming.”
FABRICANTE IN POST-IT FORM 16
Part 16 – The End
You can find beauty in it all.
And when you look behind you, you’re going to miss all that shit that happened in your life.