Sucking my gut into my ribcage, I lower my bag off my shoulder and turn my music down with a finger so cold, that my ipod barely registers it. My ass presses into someone's coat and my nose into someone's hair. There are 23 people in this 6 x 5 elevator. Typical. Breathing purely through my nose, my eyes appeal endlessly to the illuminated numbers ( Read more... )

Excessive dithering... but what else can I do?

Here are a few sketches that've been neglecting this place...


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I have a website now; it's not much, but I plan to improve it in the future.

It's over at kimsalt.com

More sketches...


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At the very beginning of this past summer, I started running. Really, it was intended as a device to strengthen my will-power and my body. I wasn't sure how conscientious I would be about it. But I made the discovery that I really loved it. This was something that made me feel more... whole! When I ran, it was as though all of my disassociated ( Read more... )

Today
I heard a woman say in passing:
"I don't know
where the hell I'm going."

I laughed because
I couldn't agree more.

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