Listen. I'm a little bit sick of the flow of time and the permanence of action. The fact that you can jump out of a window and die forever, say something to a friend and ruin that friendship forever, drop your ice cream cone on the ground and NEVER know what it could have tasted like, is kind of unfair. (Just examples, none of this has happened to me except for the ice cream) I think we as a species can figure this out if we really put our minds to it.

FACT: Sometimes it seems like I remember things that haven't happened to me yet, but it's possible that I'm just remembering something I saw on TV.

FACT: I'm writing this on my ancient DeviantArt page because facebook creeps me the hell out now and, honestly, does anyone still look here?

FACT: I'm obviously kidding about wishing actions weren't permanent. Where's the fun in that?

I'm in Providence, Rhode Island now, and have been for about a month. Lulu's going to Brown for grad school and I'm tagging along for the ride. I'm still not sure what my grad school-related future is. I've noticed a sudden revitalized interest in all the stuff I learned (or sort of learned) in college, so I guess that's a good thing.

As far as art stuff goes, I finished off my Studio Arts major and had a show at the end of the year. I think it came out pretty well, although two of my pieces broke off the wall and had to be down for repair for a day. The good news is that every year the art department purchases the work of one of the seniors to display permanently on campus, and this year they picked me! Hooray. Meanwhile, DA waits impatiently for me - its pacing can be heard constantly. I don't know how much I'll keep posting, although now that I'm out of college and have nothing else to do with my artwork, you can probably expect to see things popping up here now and then.

How are you?



P.S. The (relatively) new mood selection system is bollocks. Bollocks!

And the void that's left confuses.

We went to an Of Montreal concert at the Chameleon Club in Lancaster, PA.
Verdict: AWESOME
If you're a fan of the band, the live performance comes HIGHLY recommended.




As for drawings and art-type things, I really haven't had a computer at all this summer, aside from work. There are some drawings and little paintings I've done that I really like. I'll put them up eventually. If people look at them, so be it.

Until then I'll try to do a few more MSPaint things. Ok?

Somebody get me a scanner already. I just haven't been digitizing lately. Apologies.

Short, concise sentences.

"Meow".

As I rode my bicycle back to my building at two in the morning, the wind battered me so hard that I almost fell off. Maybe I'm crazy, but I felt as though there was nothing behind me as I pedaled; as though the wind pulled everything into an almost tangible void in my wake. The terror at the thought of it made me move faster, and I did not check to see whether the world still existed behind my back. Looking out the window now, I'm not sure whether I imagined this, or if everything was destroyed and replaced with something that only looks the same to me. I suspect that the latter has always been true.