October 2011
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Planning
Last night I had high aspirations; Clean room, clean laundry, clean kitchen, run; clean self. I walked towards home with a sense of purpose. I was going to wash away the day. I was going to start fresh. Once home, He sat on the couch, and beckoned to me. I tried to resist. I tried to take a right towards the kitchen, but I walked the straight line towards Him. Once there, I felt the day begin to...
Hope
Hope is a terrifying idea. It is not faith because faith is a belief that something will be, while hope is the desired expectation of an outcome. It is a very different thing to have faith in heaven than to hope that there is such a place. Hope allows room for doubt. Faith does not. As someone with no faith, I find myself often hoping. In the face of hard decisions, I hope I make the right one. In...
Goodnight, Steve
I used my very first paycheck from my very first job to purchase my very first iPod. I carried it around in my back pocket everywhere I went. I used it in the darkroom, adding a soundtrack to the images that took shape under the red light. I used it when I walked down the halls of my high school rocking “Life is a Blast” by Hieroglyphics and feeling that the beat and the lyrics were...
Rain on my shoes
It rarely rains in the bay, and in when it does, it happens in inconsistent spurts. Downpours will suddenly erupt from a clear sky, and ominous clouds can produce nothing but a light sprinkle. Two days of clouds and rain showers can easily be followed by a week of warm weather and clear skies. After living here for more than three years, I have developed a habit of keeping a rain jacket in my...
August 2011
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July 2011
8 posts
Let us go two by two, me and you.
June 2011
10 posts
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For the love of Georgia
What is lost
Time is lost. Moments that never happened, will never happen. Experiences that will never take place. Looking forward, we hope to make up for what we never did. Looking forward, we know that somethings will slip through our fingers. We hope to do better. We hope not to forget. Nostalgia amplifies the sadness of what could have been, of what wasn’t.
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” Art does not die because there is no more art, it dies because there is too much.”
-Jean Baudrillard
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Departure time
Sleepless nights before plane rides. 4am with no sleep is far less painful than with sleep, so you hover between awake and dreaming to expand time. Tingling nerves jar you because too soon you will be back in place. Or out of place. Too bad you don’t have a magic button that could transport you anywhere in an instant. A button you have yearned for since you were sneaking out of windows at...
May 2011
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Monday Morning
Monday. Waking up early with the help of a warm cup of coffee after two days of too much rest. Fresh clothes to wear because you finally got to the bottom of your laundry basket. After two days of too much TV, drink, and sleep, you wake up with a purpose. You shower with your cup of coffee resting next to the soap because your eyes refuse to adjust to wakefulness. You wash off the dirt that only...
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The tradeoff
Sell your soul for Jcrew and Marc Jacobs. Work a 9-5 for goodies, endless nights out, rounds of tequila and trips to New York. Crash into bed each night feeling empty and bored.
Be free to work 60 hours a week researching things you love. Live off of your friends’ generosity and second hand shoes. Fall asleep from serene exhaustion.
Either way, you’re kind of screwed.
March 2011
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