Maybe it’s because of Autumn, I don’t know. For the past week or so, I have been having visually fantastic dreams. Each morning I wake up excited by the ideas that the night has brought me. Last night, I dreamed I was a tourist in a country made entirely of theater sets. I walked down streets and in parks that were only slightly more believable than paper machete. As the sun set, I...
hi. i got back from ethiopia a couple days ago, it was… well, i guess i don’t have any words for how it was. but it was unbelievably amazing. it was the first time that (besides the height) i looked like everyone else. i actually cried in domodedova air port, when it finally dawned on me that i was going to africa. at long last. i have family in capetown, too. it was beautiful. it...
We all do it. In fact there are those who would say that much procrastination is done sitting before a screen, looking at beautiful images. But this seems a more worthy thing than what awaits me (vacuuming and cleaning up the kitchen which is a mess… the kitchen mess has somehow made its way into the bedroom too)