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It's like I'm living in a painting and, everything I see is dramatically colorful, like everything has this new beauty in block shades influenced only by these big, fat emotions that sit somewhere between my chest and my belly button. Everything sits in its old place but has this new definition in the world, which has strinkingly increased in its kofkaesque..ness with each new day. When time had felt almost paralyzed with opportunity and change, things were really rushing with intense momentum to the surface and now it has all splotched out like blobs of acrylic on the wall. And it really should be beautiful. It really should. So I will try and see it that way.