Thursday, September 17, 2009
It seems as though this rainwater will never cease from tumbling from the slouching sky. I'll just be here, in this box, sleeping on this bed, waiting patiently for the sun to come out of hiding and show the world her pretty face. But until then, its embarrassingly long naps and wistful sighs seeping through the cracks under the window.
Monday, September 14, 2009
- Share a one-person umbrella with a good friend
- Make yourself a decedent breakfast. Eggs, toast, sausage, coffee, the whole nine yards.
- Shout out the answers to "Cash Cab" even if you are watching alone.
- Make a pot of coffee at 2 a.m. so you can stay up making crafts in your friend's bedroom.
- Go see William Kentridge's exhibition if it's coming to your local modern art museum.
- Get high. At least once.
- Keep a sketch pad on you at all times because you never know!
- Buy some absurd shoes and wear them to inappropriate events.
- Never pass up the chance to make your friends laugh by making an absolute fool of yourself.
- Make a pizza from scratch. It's astoundingly time consuming.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
There comes a time when you finally feel as if your past is beginning to compound into some formidable history. I look back on the map of my life and trace the history with my finger, smoothing over each serpentine road that carries my story. With each leap forward there is a very definitive marker that sets the standards of what my life will be like in the future. This is a big one, up there with moving out of my parents home to go to college, my sister moving away to California, and graduating. But, my goodness how the time accelerates as I grow a little older each day. My childhood is rushing further and further from view... Those memories are becoming a little more fuzzy and improvised as time passes on. Eventually my history will only exist in the fading photographs and the often-failing memory of people.
This oh-too-long-goodbye has given me the realization that I should try be kind and give something good to everyone. Even to the people that I cannot find any common ground to stand on between us. Because when I leave this town or country or this life, I won't have the ability to explain my motives or apologize for sketchy behavior.