baader–Meinhof phenomenon

When things are fine. Gabriella talked about the nuisance of being fine when coworkers ask you how you're doing. They always want something north of just fine. 

I started tretinoin a couple of weeks ago in an effort to stay as young as I claim, forever. I keep picking at my face but at least i'm wearing sunblock. Graduated with a masters degree last week. 

did some things that felt like feats. did some other things that felt like misses. 

When I feel myself growing sterner and hardening is when I know I have to stop. 

sentient vaudeville act. 

I feel like a fraud for wanting simplicity but getting bored of it when I have it. Objet petit a ad infinitum. 

Complexity is not the problem, ambiguity is. Simplicity does not solve ambiguity. Only clarity can do that. 

I found a framed picture of Freud at the Big Reuse. The other side of it is a picture of a gorgeous mallard.

There's always a mallard or a malady waiting for us on the other side. 

“What you forget, living here, is that just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.”

― Amy Hempel, Reasons to Live

I made out with a coworker in a tulip garden inside of Pratt's campus. It was past midnight and the security guard stared at us until we left. The next day he says he cannot kiss anymore and it's no love lost– don't tell me we can't do things as if I care. 

In Taoism we are taught that losses are gains.

We talked on the phone for an hour and a half on Monday. A has me contemplating the feeling of a pull from the wind.

every street in Clinton Hill feels libidinously evergreen. 

I can't remember the last time I flew a kite.

Because I've never had rituals or traditions growing up, small tactile symbols and psychic pilgrimages entice me. It's the way we pay adieu and ode to the things we love that matters most (to me).

I don't want anything from the people who have currently decided to love me. Maybe I want to watch 24 Frames by Abbas Kiarostami, be solemn and quiet for Harold Budd, mull over impossible scenarios, improv on noon's eaves.