I kinda love the world right now. Not that I'm having a particularly great time in it but I look outside and see all the great times there is to have. Does that make any sence? I spend time at MOMA and I'm so amazed. I've never been all that psyched about visual arts befroe but every peice in there is so full of life and something so wild and they blow your mind. And I walk down the street in SoHo or union square and see the street venders selling art thats like nothing you ever seen and I think there are all these geniouses walking around me. I've been taking lots of photographs, I wish I could show them to you but I have no scaner but they are all beutiful. Can I be that good of a photographer? I don't think so. In fact most of the pictures come out not at all what I intended. How did that get on the film? So this tells me that it must not be me whos seeking out and finding the beuty, it must be the world around me that is beutiful so anywhere I point the camera it will land on something great. I'm still loanly, I still wish I was back with you guys sometimes, I go to shows by my self and try to talk to people it seems I have nothing in common with. I lost my job yesterday and it seems like I'm back to square one. But through all that the world outside is great, the city is great, and all I want is to be surrounded by art forever.
run run run deep breath then jump
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