changes

Like an Enya song during the slow-motion explosion

Or head south young man

In the end I'll look back on this very uncertain time in my life and think that these were the days. There was no work. The weather held out as long as can be expected. I had a beautiful girlfriend and a large apartment and I traveled far and wide. From the coasts of Koh Lanta to the lowlands of South Carolina. Our city was leveled but we made it out unscathed and crawled up the east coast and found ourselves in a city with all of our friends who took us in and helped us out and it was good. Fuck it. I'm done writing. I'm leaving for Charleston tomorrow night. I'm packing my camera and a pipebomb. Clean underwear.







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I'm not really leaving leaving. Just need to get out of this city for a few weeks, trudge through the impasse. I need to apply to schools. Anywhere from Santa Barbara to Boston to Sarasota to Chicago. I need to comb through all of my negatives and print some things for portfolios. Write statements of intent. Get in touch with old professors. All this and I just don't feel like I have the mental energy right now. I'm caught somewhere between not wanting to do a fucking thing and not wanting to do a fucking thing.