is still here?
i thought that, just like everything else, the moment i turned away from here, this website disappeared. but no. it didn’t. and that’s a problem. i wish it had disappeared. i wish things disappeared when i turned away from them. but since they don’t, this website, and the other things in my life that i refuse to conquer, deserve to be met head on so i can look myself in the mirror and know that i am the king of my hill. it’s the only way. from this moment on, i refuse to look over my shoulder in fear.
…maybe in like five minutes.
not necessarily, but this whole thing about flying to the States and seeing all these people and the road signs and the left-sided steering wheels and the bacon-based foodstuffs, made me extremely nostalgic about the four years I spent in this country.
of course, these memories sit firmly behind rose-tinted glasses; i had a tumultuous time here. i was weird and uncomfortable in my skin and i hated every painter i came across and everything was so foreign and funny and the universe was incredibly odd.
of course, it later turned out that not fitting in is was the best thing to have ever happened to my art and i, because now i have enough frivolous money to blow in Vegas.
i’ve completed a 20 hour flight to the States for the first time in four years and have walked around Yale’s campus while eating fruits of the citrus variety.
felt like something i should possibly be blogging about.