How Loose So Many Nations
I left the house Friday morning without the intended can of green tea, ten-dollar bill, and green sweatshirt. That day fell apart and that night I froze to death.
Tonight I rediscovered Donkey's wonderful red chocolate fudge hearts, and out of nowhere there was an hour about the early years of Bob Dylan on the radio, and I spent this evening sewing cheap vintage curtain rings and old buttons to my bag.
I understand now what Diana Vreeland was gushing about, how badly she wanted wonderful pictures blown up. Images of Warhol prints three inches square aren't enough! I wish I could show how big seeing the reflection of my reflection was.
That night I'd gone several without sleeping. I saw a lovely woman's hand snatching at the doorframe and a cricket jumping the same jump again and again and I read the introduction of an old art history book that blew me up thinking about creation and entropy.
Official divisions between time periods always make me expect something new. I can't remember it ever really working out. I'm hoping everything will change with the date regardless. This year should have taught me something, but I can't remember ever learning from a mistake. When you can't bear Band-Aids, you just avoid getting hurt.
How do you like bright scratches and shapes and scars?
Tonight I rediscovered Donkey's wonderful red chocolate fudge hearts, and out of nowhere there was an hour about the early years of Bob Dylan on the radio, and I spent this evening sewing cheap vintage curtain rings and old buttons to my bag.
I understand now what Diana Vreeland was gushing about, how badly she wanted wonderful pictures blown up. Images of Warhol prints three inches square aren't enough! I wish I could show how big seeing the reflection of my reflection was.
That night I'd gone several without sleeping. I saw a lovely woman's hand snatching at the doorframe and a cricket jumping the same jump again and again and I read the introduction of an old art history book that blew me up thinking about creation and entropy.
Official divisions between time periods always make me expect something new. I can't remember it ever really working out. I'm hoping everything will change with the date regardless. This year should have taught me something, but I can't remember ever learning from a mistake. When you can't bear Band-Aids, you just avoid getting hurt.
How do you like bright scratches and shapes and scars?
This can be the bitter end
I know it won't
Well, some would say I'd made a mistake
Kept looking forward on paths sideways
It's everything that is connected and beautiful
And now I know just where I stand
Well, seasons always shift too late
Spent too much time now on paths sideways
It's everything that is connected and beautiful
And now I know just where I stand
Thank God it's over
- Silversun Pickups, "Kissing Families"
posted by Anna at 2:07 AM
4 Comments:
I'm sorry you forgot your green sweatshirt, but theres a 98% chance that your hair looked cute. Am i right?
You do take yourself too seriously. It doesn't mean self-depreciation, just have a little humor and step out of your dramatic movie.
your pictures make me think of fractals....
but anyways.
Merry Christmas!
fwah! you're pictures be so pretty, and yet they confuse me, how'd you get the mirror and the camera in the same spot? oh wait, was there a camera sitting in front of mirror while you were holding a mirror? that seems to make sense...ish... well I hope you enjoyed the red fudgie hearts and a drink in the squeeking pinapple!
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