chronicle
it's vain, but sometimes there’s too much to take in and the only way I could hope to cope is to snap pictures and scribble down words and play my music too loudly and break everything down into little scenes, little sentences, little sounds.
steve loh came over today. the plan was to put everything he touched in little lockets and to sell them on ebay, but he threatened me with his clan.
i'm staring at a letter norman sent me yesterday (i think). it's beautiful. thank you!