love doesn’t listen age
God, I’m so bad at this thing. I can play with the colors (I am so into orange right now) and pay it money to make the ads go away, but an actual entry is difficult to muster. Anyway, I’m going back to New York in eight hours. I have an apartment. I do not have a job. I really need a job. Maybe I will have interesting things to say once I’m there, because I won’t be sitting in my house with my family anymore. Or maybe I’ve had stories for weeks, and they’re actual interesting stories that span continents and languages, and I just can’t be bothered. That’s probably it.
Here is my favorite picture I took during my travels. It’s from Turkey. I think it will be my new answer to everything. What do you mean, “What are you doing this summer and/or next year with your soon-to-be-completed honors English degree?” Look, dead fish!
That’s lovely, especially in the black and white. And the orange is classy. It’s like you have goldfish skins to the left of your diary.
Warning Comment
Gutting fish is a fine profession, particularly for a liberal artist. And probably a good metaphor for something.
Warning Comment
Between the black and white and the way the wares are laid out, it looks like you got that photo by traveling BACK IN TIME. –Lauren R.
Warning Comment
I like how the light bulbs are covering their faces. It’s such a cool pic!
Warning Comment
ryn: no, because i forgot it existed. if i’d known, i would have gone there instead, because the national gallery was full of mostly biblical paintings 🙁
Warning Comment