and i'll build a fort where no one can reach me.
had a mild panic attack, attempted to remedy by dragging julio to the bookstore on prince street and buying books and cards, then more vietnamese food and peppermint chocolate milk. am now feeling slightly better but still the melancholy of a solitary existence CUTS LIKE A KNIFE.
better things: brighton beach, russian strangers, polinnpolinnpolinn all ladylike, good food (have not had decent fish since the similarly exorbitant pollack at the tate in london), protracted conversation with blonde-haired, blue-eyed hail-from-copenhagen photographer on train that refused to move for minutes.
the beach makes everything better, now we cross our fingers and pray very hard for good photos. tomorrow: hide out in the dark room and print like a frenzied bee, and try not to keel over from metal work in the basement after. everything feels more difficult until you actually do it, then the groove keeps you moving and suddenly everything's okay. it's not right now but it'll get better.
IT'LL GET BETTER!
better things: brighton beach, russian strangers, polinnpolinnpolinn all ladylike, good food (have not had decent fish since the similarly exorbitant pollack at the tate in london), protracted conversation with blonde-haired, blue-eyed hail-from-copenhagen photographer on train that refused to move for minutes.
the beach makes everything better, now we cross our fingers and pray very hard for good photos. tomorrow: hide out in the dark room and print like a frenzied bee, and try not to keel over from metal work in the basement after. everything feels more difficult until you actually do it, then the groove keeps you moving and suddenly everything's okay. it's not right now but it'll get better.
IT'LL GET BETTER!