the weeks fly. it’s strange. work and food and sleep. sometimes seeing friends. I wrote a poem for the first time in forever, which is a good thing, and I draw. but the time slips so very quickly.
Julien released her third album, and it feels like a hug. I’m very proud of her. I miss Isaiah. it’s strange for him to join the likes of Nash and Emma and Jan and Fieke and Eliu and Joel and Nadia and everyone else. so much missing to be done amidst everything that fills my time. unsure of whether I’m where I’m meant to be, though I try to stay present and distracted where necessary. I bought sea monkeys the other day (thanks Cadi for inspiring this development). I’m trying. << x
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