i think i just almost set my apartment on fire

i hadnt been very satisfied with one of my old art projects, and so i set it on fire, kind of on a whim. i thought i could incorporate the ashes/remnants into this week's project, because id felt like my voice hadnt come out the way id wanted it to in the project. i felt that kind of suppression, whether self inflicted or not, is something that octavia paz talks a lot about in his project.

and with those good intentions, i set out to burn up the project i had done on paper. i think i probably should've planned the burning a little better though

the pictures don't really do the damage justice. i ended up losing control of the flame, and the whole thing just lit up. luckily, someone had left two cups on the table, and they both had some water in them, so i dumped it on the flaming paper i was still holding. have you ever seen the movie "signs"? that moment of providence felt like that.

it turned out the flame wasn't completely out though, so i ended up dropping it on reflex. on to my wooden table.

i ran to the kitchen and grabbed our water filter and just poured it all over. everything.

heres to hoping my roommates dont notice the mess and the smell of burning!