lot of road trips, lot of day-long outings with new faces. good memories, late nights - lot of writing and record keeping throughout.
there's a poem by w.s. merwin that i've been replaying the opening line of a lot, would i love it this way if it could last and another called to waiting about hoping (in vain or at least pointlessly) to be transformed by a single moment. some external force that would reshape everything, i'm rubberbanding between thinking It (captial i) is more about little moments of romanticizing the mundane and banal until theyre a huge pile that's impossible to ignore and also having days which feel super redefining, complete before and afters of meeting someone new and feeling transformed. to waiting, to doing, to feeling, to loving that it wont last. to playing bad songs on aux and laughing fits that restart every time we make eye contact. to lot's of things and more pictures.
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