These are two frames of an animation I did of a man flying on a door with wings. I built the man and the door and then chroma-keyed him into real footage of the sky.

Curiously enough, my life is currently like this animation. Perhaps not so much enchanted but rather precarious. Although I suppose enchantment may mean many different things. Maybe cursed would be a better word. I warn you all, I am followed by a black dark heavy curse and it is dangerous to even know me.

Well currently I'm somewhat... for lack of a better word... homeless. That's not to say I don't have a roof over my head, it's just that the roof isn't quite mine. My life's possessions litter my studio where Bruce is currently napping. You see, being the good girlfriend I am, I welcomed Bruce with open arms into a chaotic mouldy hell. That is... the "renovated" suite I was supposed to be renting. "Renovation" is the keyword. Not much of a word really but there are a few assumptions that go hand in hand with it, like, "new" or perhaps "safe" or... "repaired". None of these things seemed to be the case in my illegal suite.

But I jump ahead of myself! I mentioned mould. Well, I have no proof. I didn't see anything but what the "handyman" (oh Jerry, you devil you!) told me is too horrifying to mention. So I won't mention it. But I will mention strange allergic reactions and bloody noses. A curse! Not only did people who entered the apartment get bloody noses but those who stood near us outside would spontaneously start to bleed! A curse! It spreads like ebola.

I don't have the patience to describe more right now but suffice it to say I may have my day in court! Small claims court, that is. Not very glamourous and perhaps labouriously slow.

So for now, I hang on to this enchanted and cursed door and wait to see where it will take me.