examinations on being

i got lost, and found where i was.  if you get me lost again, i’ll figure my way out.

i guess bad things all add up, all at once. in the flick of a wet strand of hair.. things shift and change.

from best, to worst.  understanding now, life is about making plans and letting them fall to bits.  and being okay with that.

change; embrace and prepare for..

do i really have to spend my 20s figuring out my childhood?
sometime this will all make sense..

i am feeling inspired to live life exactly as i please.

job interviews. fucking job interviews.

and run ins and gross and stress and tiring. tiring. my feet. are so tired.

narrative is not as comforting as you think it is;

a fine series of floating and falling. if its not one its the other. its thinking of walking as a process of continual catching by gravity..

time and time and class systems and modern day slavery

its a hard thing to balance but someday it’ll come to me……..

vitamin d. sources of iron

im watching everything. innumerable. noise. forgiving and

passing on i guess./

is it possible to think without language?
i wonder if our brains are completely re wired because of english
and completely un natural

pixels vs. silver halides..
and portraiture.. changing our lives
and our self identifiers..
is it progress? or.. what is it?

theres excitment and joy. and life is peddling along.
late night dessert and genuine fun.
friendship and strangers.