hyenahell

the return of gratuitous self-portraits? perhaps...
i scowl in your general direction.


lately everything just seems so trivial.

but it's the trivial, the inconsequential, the mundane drops in the bucket that take up the spaces between our great tragedies and triumphs. discount it and the whole thing unravels.

you take for granted the trivial things. but they're holding your life together.

and i know.
things get lost.
people die.
cities are destroyed.
wars are fought.
empire rise and fall.

and life goes on.

you go through your day largely unaffected by these things. it's the small things. the little rituals that attach themselves to us, and our routines, our habits... your morning cup of coffee. your cigarette break. your favorite shirt. your time, divided and distributed to thousands of tiny tasks that make up a day.

that's what life is made of- the mundane, and the disruption of the mundane, and the return to and reclamation of the mundane.

that's it.


love.
-Hyena.