Paradigm shift.

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Today I submitted for critique the most arduous conceptual project I have undertaken in college: my first self portrait. Of course I've taken photos of myself before, clearly I've been my own subject hundreds of times, but never have I ever depicted myself. This time I wasn't even in the photographs; the project consisted of ten prints of the same ( Read more... )

I need to share the following:

Despite sordid past liaisons which I was sure had sullied me for good, I received confirmation today that currently...

I am 100% STD free.

haha

Sometimes I wish I were quieter. that I could be still.

Awake again. Still. Still awake again. Dolorous how barrel-chested and claw-pawed ravenous the insomnia becomes when there is little substantial to feed it. It is because the night is bored in me.

*I have been cracking and bending and curling and winding thoughts, inky tendrils, about an overarching thesis to my inevident toiling--versus the ( Read more... )

we get our dance tight, way of god:
spotlights, milk and honey

Each one thinks they're going to be the One when it's already done. Is it a curse of mine? Time for some new blood.

Every now and then I get a text. "Marco."
"Polo," I reply. Sometimes a conversation follows.
Sometimes it's just to let me know he's out there.

I am stymied. Yes.
I wonder, is everything this protracted with him? Or is it my inexperience as hunter?
And could that be exciting? Either possibility? Or am I grasping at straws here?