I love my freaking camera. Oh, and I have some beautiful friends.

Deena


Joel

listening to: Matt Pond - Snow Day
mood: "struck brightly by the winter"

I find it hard to believe that my discovery of proper "winter drinks" was already a year ago. I feel like it's been winter the whole time, and now my Bailey's and hot chocolate feels just as warm and tastes just as malty. It seems like I was there just today. Earlier. Just to skip with you guys in Chelsea, or to see the big tree that we saw a few times, walking in circles on purpose.

Remember the taxi driver's name? Kane Doudou. He was quiet and drove recklessly, masterfully.

It startles me to think that there have been three other seasons in Central Park, that leaves have grown up and withered and fallen.

There are far too many colors on this planet. I can't take it all in at once.

California:





















There are so many more where these came from...

Listening to: Sigur Ros - Glosoli (Glowsun)
Mood: Barefoot

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Now you wake
Everything seems changed
I look out
But there's nothing at all

Barefoot, I then find
her in pajamas, she
In a dream then found
me hanging by a codnun

With the sun is she
And it is in here

But where are you?

Go on a hike
And trot the street
Can't see out
And use the stars
She sits endlessly
And then climbs out

Glowsun-ny, she
comes out

I wake a dream ocean
My heart beats,
Bushy hair

Craziness at far-craziness
That duty-document

And here are you

I felt...

And here are you
Glowsun

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