MORNING GLORY FIRST: SNOW

SHOWBIZ

OH, WELL.

MIDDLE OF THE DAY, BETTY SHOULD REALLY NOT SIT THIS MUCH.

SHE SHOULD RATHER BE ON HER WAY TO THE HARDWARE STORE, TO BUY A PLASTIC FOOT FOR THE CHRISTMAS TREE.

OR, SHOULD SHE?

SHE KEEPS HERSELF INSIDE, THEN LUSTS AND LONGS FOR WHAT'S OUT THERE.
LIKE PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE.
SHE NEEDS TO MOVE, BUT JUST KEEPS WRITING, IT'S DIARRHEA, SO PAINFULLY PLEASANT, UNSTOPPABLE SOMEHOW.

THERE IS A BICYCLE AHEAD, A TRIP OVER THE BRIDGE AND THANK FUCK FOR THE LACK OF ICE. 
THERE IS ALSO A LINGERING HEADACHE AND THE UNDERSTANDING THAT TEN MINUTES OF DOWNWARD-FACING DOG ARE NEEDED.
BUT NO ACTION IS TAKEN.

TUMBLERS AND TWITTERS AND FLICKERS, BLOGGERS AND TWO FACES ON FUCKBOOK, MAN.
WHAT HAPPENS IF NO-ONE READS?
NOTHING.
WHAT HAPPENS IF THE INTERNET IMPLODES?
SHE'D GO BACK TO READING, SUPPOSE. BOOKS.
AND MASTURBATING TO HER OWN FANTASIES RATHER THAN SAD .MOV FILES.

BETTY REALIZES IT'S TIME TO WRAP HERSELF UP IN BLACK LATEX TAPE AND TAKE SOME PHOTOS.
BUT FOR THAT, SHE NEEDS TO SHAVE HER LEGS FIRST.

SHE TELLS HERSELF:
SHE WILL JUST START THIS MACHINE UP AND THEN IT WILL FLOW ON ITS OWN.
SHE WILL FIND A PLACE OF ABSOLUTE FREEDOM THAT WILL BRING HER GREAT FORTUNE AND FAME.
SHE WILL SOON BE RICH ENOUGH TO BUY THAT GORGEOUS WRITING DESK IN THE POSH FURNITURE STORE DOWN THE ROAD.
SHE WILL HAVE A PHOTO EXHIBITION, SHE WILL BE APPLAUDED.
SHE WILL WRITE THIS BOOK, TURN IT INTO A MOVIE ONE DAY.
SHE STILL HAS TIME TO EXPERIENCE A WHOLE WILD OCEAN OF THRILLS.
SHE WILL SOON HAVE A DEDICATED GROUP OF FANS FOR HER PHONE-SHOT MINI-MOVIES.
SHE WILL MAKE REAL CINEMA, TOO.

BUT BEFORE THEN, SHE HAS TO FINISH YESTERDAY'S TAKE-AWAY WAN-TAN, POP A PAINKILLER AND FINALLY CHANGE THE SEASON IN HER WARDROBE.

CAUSE THERE IS NO AVOIDING IT NO MORE:
SHE NEEDS WOOL, NOW.

FOOTAGE 1.1

HERE IS A SELECTION OF SNAPSHOTS BETTY TOOK

WHILE OUT ON WALKS

[ADDING CREATIVE OUTCOME TO THE THERAPEUTIC EFFECT OF WANDERING]

AND HERE IS THE LINK TO BETTY'S PHOTOSTREAM, IF YOU CRAVE MORE ,)

FOOTAGE 1.0