Been a lil funk since I got home from Puerto Rico, I can’t tell why…😩
But I learned that if you spell “socks” a spanish phrase will emerge to console you
An archive of some mood that was captured on random morning where I was up earlier than normal last summer that will eventually become a random summer in a good fit I look back on fondly as it somehow perfectly all fits together into one thing that’s indescribable other than some ephemeral feeling that happened to be captured that I will look back on fondly for how all these factors came together in a way that is indeed always harmonious but is particularly harmonious to me now but wasn’t then for whatever reason. That must be the retroactive part of art or the retroactive part of some random moment or thing that becomes calcified as art to some beholder at some point after that moment that was captured is past. Now just imagine how good it can get posthumously.
