It's like, there's nowhere to go, but then there's also a direction.
You know?
There are things that I like to do more than other things.
I'm thinking about moving schools, because I want art school to be more of a thing about solving how I feel about life.
I'm thinking about time a lot. About this imaginary man pressing down on me.
I'm thinking abou writing and gardening, too. About weaving and quilting.
About how I felt reading the beginning of David Sedaris's new book.
About how I felt walking into the art galleries downtown yesterday.
About how talking to people isn't what I think it is?
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