>gold sparkles, foamed milk, and suede. so much at stake. it’s amazing what lengths you’ll go to… i’m sooo proud of my work done in VES40a, chris killip’s class, an introduction to black and white photography. our final projects are currently being exhibited in the basement of the carpenter center; it’s terribly exciting to see … Continue reading
>i’ve just realized we’re all the same. we all make the same mistakes, have the same fears, cause identical pains for others that in turn strike us deeply from another direction. cyclical. memoryless. pull on this string, because you will never be caught with the short end.
>i cannot believe this. my entire entry has been whisked to the depths of infinite disappearance. how can i forgive you, you unstable, unpredictable, balky blogging tool? if you had read my written post, the sadness succumbs to truer depths. i’m too tired to argue. what is left is mystery; beauty, ephemerality. art will pass … Continue reading
>he tells me of all the numbers two is his favorite. unassuming, even ‘it’s the first number.’ one stands alone. to wander among the irrationals and lose itself among the search for the first. why do i prefer sixty-seven and he, two? would be the last to fit inside three-and-a-half broken stems and dimpled skin … Continue reading
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