we live in a beautiful world
I'm definitely in the writing mood, with nothing to write. Today was a nice day, I did not take a nap. I started another WARP book. I like calling it a WARP book. WARP is a class I had my first fall semester at UF. Workshop for Art Research and Practices. I'm going to start writing in there instead of here, at least the very personal things. I'll still use this to keep in touch.
This mood is not congruent with my new year's resolutions. It's not a sad mood, or hopeless.. It's the feeling after having a dream that you know means something, but you have no idea what. I love my family and I am worried about us. Everyone is growing older and further apart it seems.
I'm also worried for Nancy. She told me the other night, as she sat on my bed talking with me, that I was going to write the story of her life. She often pours her heart out to me, and after such an episode she told me this. It was strange, because I knew it was true when she said it. She told me to remember everything she has told me and one day I will see, and one day I will be successful. I think the book will be called Living With Nancy.
I need to be actively pursuing a job or an internship dealing with photography. I will not idly spend my winter days waiting for something to slap me in the face. That is a mistake I will not make this year - waiting for a club to the head. I've mourned, and now it's time to get my life back to where it's suppose to be. I will have faith and I will be optimistic. These are not empty words.
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"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You know - one loves the sunset, when one is so sad. . ."
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply
This mood is not congruent with my new year's resolutions. It's not a sad mood, or hopeless.. It's the feeling after having a dream that you know means something, but you have no idea what. I love my family and I am worried about us. Everyone is growing older and further apart it seems.
I'm also worried for Nancy. She told me the other night, as she sat on my bed talking with me, that I was going to write the story of her life. She often pours her heart out to me, and after such an episode she told me this. It was strange, because I knew it was true when she said it. She told me to remember everything she has told me and one day I will see, and one day I will be successful. I think the book will be called Living With Nancy.
I need to be actively pursuing a job or an internship dealing with photography. I will not idly spend my winter days waiting for something to slap me in the face. That is a mistake I will not make this year - waiting for a club to the head. I've mourned, and now it's time to get my life back to where it's suppose to be. I will have faith and I will be optimistic. These are not empty words.
-
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You know - one loves the sunset, when one is so sad. . ."
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply