Something Beautiful

Lately I've been thinking about idenitity, politics, and life. Navigating the waters of who you are can be difficult, and may involve facing a lot of hard questions. No one likes politics, and it it seems it's easier to simply have a prefabricated opinion or to completely play that apathy card. Where's politics and identity in life? It seems one thing is clear to me: that nothing is simple, and that anyone who tells you it is hasn't thought about it enough. Sometimes, the best thing is to know the right questions to ask. A willingness to feel uncomfortable. I find it rewarding to talk to many different kinds of people. Ask them questions. Listen to them talk. And I've got some strong opinions about certain things. I can get awful angry. But I know in my heart that I'm not done growing. I'm no where near done struggling. I'm trying. Trying to stay hungry because something in my heart tells me that's important. What am I hungry for?

hm. hungry for:

Something Fresh?
Possibilities?
Positivity?
Connection?
maybe, the day
I can give
something big.

Travelin' Man

Is it possible to live in the present? Do you constantly live in tomorrow? Is this traveler's life makin' you sing sad sweet songs, as you pack your bags, and stand inside glass boxes looking out at your next ride out of town? Do you know home? Have you been back, recently? Can you face the hot hatred, and the distance between where you've been and where you're always coming from? Is the soul a suitcase lined with socks and underwear, a toothbrush, and a clean pair of pants, a jacket, shirt, and tie? Do you know, when you leave, if you'll be back again?

Sol Park

A week of confusion and reckless abandon left me with a lot of pieces to pick up, but mostly I had to pick my self up. Sickness set in the confusion, and reckless abandon came from the self-pity I felt because I couldn't breathe comfortably through my nostrils and my throat felt as if coals had been sprinkled on to my red flesh, turning it black, and stringy. But after a pretty long day out doing a last-minute architecture project (we had to create a narrative of a journey from one place in manhattan to another) and a brief moment of flipping out at home, I cleaned my room, watched a movie, drank some tea, then went to the library and figured out the plan for the week. Sure, some things are going to end up lost, and I won't be able to say I scored a perfect 10. But I kept my composure in the end, setting up enough time to think of my next move.

review of Sympathy for Lady Vengeance coming soon