second semester of art school.
good new music, broker than broke, tea and polaroids, new ideas, sea of shit and mountains of rubble occupying my room, conversation of space and battling light sources, apartment searching, drinks and dancing with the girls, good conversation, sunnily deceiving bitter-cold days, sparks of interest, breaking dishes and hearts, paintwater spilling the leak in my life, making bracelets with unique beads that are eventually lost, flower vaginas, enlightenment, word of the day, giddy feeling good movies, miscommunications and reconnections or missed connections, constantly wanting to please everyone and not knowing how to please myself, that view of the city and an obsession with the charles, the pressure to sleep and the lack of it, collecting everything beautiful-things and quotes and images and ideas, wanting to care more and be decisive, paperclip earings, in love with a tall man with blue eyes with a beautiful mind(i could listen to you talk all day), new persectives, wanting to learn and having to be reminded of this constantly, convincing myself there is a point, out of my mind, dancing monsters and gigantic growing flowers, pb&j and fruit, slowly letting go of the people and ideas i should have a long time ago, distance and change turning things upsidedown, sad and insane but still loving life, continually on the look out for the holy moments-which they all are.
my scanner decided to pick up too much red in these... they aren't at all altered otherwise.
the night before kh/the ghost in our house brought them crashing down.
but the canyons and the seas
are they just what you need,
or are they less than what
you'd expect to see?