Oh, snuggie, my snuggie
Our journey’s just begun
Of weary nights
And weary days
That shall never be quite done.
Which is why you need lots of coffee.
I spent most of break on this couch. I read a lot and wrote a lot and slept a lot. I originally wanted to take a trip, but turns out being a grad student means having very little money. Just like being a professional means having very little time to spend that money.
The universe thinks it’s funny.
But I think that assumes too much. Wallflowers see the world differently. They listen and absorb, and speak only to add value. They too seize the day, say their piece and get in people’s faces. Just sneakier. And, dare I say it, smarter.
Postcards from different places, mostly New York, quotes and, ahem, manifestos, drawings by me and others, and some ad-like objects from first semester.
My apartment has become a shrine for all the things I don’t have time to read. Here lie the magazines I subscribed to back in the days I had just a little more time to read them.
I love that desk. It just sits there, looking pretty.
So there you have it, friends. I’m still alive. I still have much to tell you.