Today was comforting. My photo was displayed in a glass case at school. I spoke with a man named Vincent who told me a thousand things about his daughter and their new life. I made a beautiful print of my roses in a glass bottle. I acknowledged something that I didn’t want to admit to myself before, and I was perfectly fine with it.
Getting weird with
weirdass chamomile tea and cheetoh fries…my college-writing papers midight snacks. if that makes any sense. Clement Greenberg’s theories on modernism and how Immanuel Kant influenced him and the different sub-genres of European art after world war two. oh fuck, I actually like this stuff. Are you hearing me right now?
Clement Greenberg, you befuddle me, you really do.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for...– Charles Bukowski (via 1000scientists)