Been shlumping around the last month. Watching an absurd amount (or maybe not-so-absurd) amount of Six Feet Under. Been obsessing over death and photography.
I just started a painting of me as a kid, seems I'm going back to try and find out what the present is supposed to be/feel like.
Something that I need to really be learn after this semester is to love and cherish personal failures, to look at them in the face and understand that they challenge and breed wisdom.