I realise the folly of my ways. I thought I was bloody good at wasting away, wasting time. Apparently, to a most limited extent. Two weeks of it, and I’m bored already.
I realise I am very bad at being a useless person. In art school, you’re taught countless valuable skills (the people who disagree are stupid/lazy/very stupid) And not using them when school’s out makes you a useless sod.
I realise I am no good at doing absolutely nothing. I must do something, anything. Have already traveled about on whim many times now Done everything that's struck my fancy, what next.
I realise I have just become fascinated with what people get up to Get up to between eleven to four when nothingness sets in And they don’t want to crawl into the sheets just yet All the boring, mundane things you don't talk about.
