Archibald Campbell in his journal, December 4.
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What is really going underneath the bullshit I tell myself about myself? Step back. Relax. Get perspective.
I sit here in my little cabin in the woods, surrounded by unfinished paintings, new ideas bubbling up. We’ve met the enemy and he is us, as Pogo said. Why can’t …