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Prison Blog

In which Possum recounts his experiences as an offender in the system.

Possum Bones is autistic. He has identified as a dirty kid in the past, and he’s attended multiple rainbow gatherings. He has several years left to serve in the Washington Correctional system.

He has been making art since he could sit up. He communicates better in writing than speech. If you are interested in the experience of an autistic person doing prison time, check out his Prison Blog. If you are a fan of comic art, underground/outsider music, Lovecraft, Clarke Ashton Smith, Murakami, Cixui Liu, etc.

To worry is to care

On one hand, I get this feeling that unless I stop watercoloring for a while soon, I'm gonna be really, really sick of it . But on the other hand , its like " Just keep watercoloring anyway " ... I suppose, in theory, itd be nice to try writing fiction for a while. I don't really know how to pick it up right now, though. I'd like to be able to give myself rules and a routine and say " I'll just watercolor for one hour every day then write for a half hour" , but historically, I can never stick to a routine. Instead I'll work furiously for a while , and then stop and start like a bad engine . Routines never work ... maybe because I'm constantly disrupted by these strong moods and bursts of maxed out sensory overload . It's impossible to distinguish how much of this is my native chaotic dysfunction and how much is related to being in prison. Its very easy to want to just say " Its only four and a half more years, just endure it and don't worry about creativity " . But at the same time, striving has always been in my nature, even if I'm incompetent. I always found some way to strive. Something to worry about ... for me, to worry is to care and to care is to live. Its very difficult to eat the pill of life and just try and pass time. The times when I just sit around , do nothing, read, etc ... when I do that its only because I don't feel like I can do anything else . I always feel anger at myself for this wasted time. But at those times, there's just no will to action , I'm paralyzed by ennui.

Elisa Carlson