I'm not as consistently drawn here to share my thoughts as I once was. Maybe I'm thinking less. Or simply too aware that I've said it before.
I aspire to ruthless efficiency but shman, the present-future disconnect gapes wide as ever.
...and LET ME TELL YOU it's not that I'm not feeling feelings. And it's not that I'm not taking pictures. My internal life is teeming. My life is teeming internally? My teeming internal life is. Internal teeming is my life.
Missolonghi / New York / Charlottesville