I feel slightly saddened by the fact that I have failed to keep proper track of the recent changes in my life. I suppose that posting to an online blog isn't the only method of keeping a journal... but it seems like one which would be easy enough to keep up with. Apparently not. Note to self: You moved from Chicago to Fargo. Your life is really ( Read more... )

There is a woman a few tables down from me rocking her baby to the beat of Iron & Wine's "Such Great Heights" which is playing in my headphones.   I love when the world pulses in tune with music, unknowingly. When windshield wipers swipe the windows in tempo to whatever it is you've got on the radio.

I think I've become somehow numb.  I don't ( Read more... )

The summer seems as though it's beginning to end.  I don't mind the idea of fall at all though.  August has some huge changes in store, ones I am most certainly ready for.  Strange, strange habits us humans have.

I'm in the slow and familiar process of attempting to organize my life. It seems as though I often find myself so frustrated with my lack of consistency that I react in a manic and obsessive way. These episodes of "getting my shit together" are typically short lived. Evidence of them can be found in various notebooks hidden around my room. There ( Read more... )

I need a calendar, a time-keeper, files and folders and clocks. to buy into paper, to sell it back, out. This is all too real now. The forms, the figures. The blank spaces begging for answers I'm unsure of. The balances and debts ( Read more... )

 i hope the same truth would still hold true for me ( Read more... )

and i cant quite figure where exactly it started. the moment i let go maybe, of my passion for truth. the moment i realized that i'm not honest, and that perhaps i never will be.  and now i look back and would like to comfort myself with the thought that i'm human. so innocent, so prone to mistake, that it's okay.

but in the closest thing i've got ( Read more... )

i scribbled a bit while intoxicated last night. after transcribing the artwork from Seven Swans and practising my penmanship i started to think, as i tend to do, about what was "actually happening". took the situation into account from a different perspective. i then realized how much my handwriting differs from the way it was taught to me but that ( Read more... )

winter is upon us here in little ol illinois. i have prepared myself by stocking up on chai latte, cinnamon sticks, and investing in a new hat.


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