I still haven’t figured out how to write about my days spent driving empty highways, hugging old friends and sleeping in unfamiliar places. what I will say for now is that suffering, when shared with friends, can be profoundly sweet.
@cort_lil_b captured me returning to my body, on the first day of sun in la after a flood watch and many days of rain.
life is very lucky. feeling enamored. enjoy these snaps of my friends and a lil poem from january:
it’s early now
not even the birds
have lifted their heads
yet again
I wake
in the quiet morning
before dawn
like my body
knows
to arrive
at the altar
of breath
and warm coffee
and love
before moving
with the rest
of the world
i haven’t been sleeping. instead I’ve been writing mid poems and watching the sky change color from midnight to inky black and back to blue. it’s special, really, to be so awake. and while I miss the feeling of an eight hour rest, I think I’ll miss this time, too, when it’s gone — found some old film from my burner account, enjoiiiiii
I started listening to this song as a bit and now… it’s a bop and idk what to with that but let love in? NEW SUBSTACK yesterday about fighting tyranny and the irony is alive and well — good morning.
an inventory from summer into winter. a shedding and a raking of the leaves. a gift so sweet it’s completely unseen. at least until spring. probably spring (:
i’ve had really crazy writers block for about 6 months. if you read my substack you’ve maybe noticed but also I hope you haven’t bc you’re out there living your life?? in any event, i’ve been filling my time with lots of other projects and i guess translating my *feelings* into things like paint colors and shooting silly little film photos of things/people I love. maybe soon I can write again? but in the meantime, here’s some house progress on film before I spam you with 5 rolls of europe mems. this 800 sq/ft house has been torture and bliss. and I’m so lucky to tend to her even when I hate it. besos.
