Some photos are put away. Some time has passed. One foot out the door. The other one in. Check out. Checked in. Highs and lows. I'm halfway. Some nights I sleep. Some days I'm afraid. I knock on your door. You love me halfway. I walk in with a smile. I stay silent sometimes. My mind is open. My mind is halfway there. Nails are half painted. Hair just below my shoulders. I met you four years ago. Four years to halfway. Half of my heart sinks. Half afloat. Hate is love. Fear is unknown. I roll like a stone. I crash like a boat. I tick like a clock. I explode like a bomb. I am a ghost, and you love me halfway.
Halfway
Reflect/Deflect
I walk to a place outside, away from home. It takes an unknown amount of time to get there, the same amount of time to return. When I get there, I pause. I face myself, she faces back. We stare at our reflection, waiting for the other to make a move. When she moves, I move. We step back. We turn. The walk back is vapid, lame. I didn't realize what I left behind for her. She took my grief. She took my volition. She took my strength away. I won't make that walk again for some time. I can't face her again.
Montezuma
One of My Favorite Quotes from an Author that I Cannot Remember, Maybe It's Tom Robbins
...in the middle of a story I don't know, having to finish it and call it my own.
2012 was a really tough summer for me
That room was empty because we started moving out. I felt angry and sad and detached. I put my energy into my friends and staying distracted from my own thoughts. I miss that summer for many reasons.
Naples, FL
Southern Ohio with Nathan
mungbean
Nathan and I photographed Emma and Sean, our good friends and members of mungbean, for the release of their new music. Listen to their music on Spotify
I Killed a Squirrel
Thump. It's dead. I'd rather not call the furry animal "it" but I am not familiar with gender indicators of squirrels (and even if I were, smushed genitals aren't exactly distinguishable). Just moments prior to me taking the life of this creature, another one of its kind escaped the wrath of my vehicle. And yet, through life's sense of humor, I killed the next squirrel that dared cross my human path. Roadkill is never given much thought. It's gross to most of our kind. Just another obstruction to our driving. That poor squirrel took a gamble and lost.
Today I visited the Cleveland Museum of Contemporary Art which features an exhibit using board games as a medium to mock the gamble of our modern life. There always seems to be the path that we should take in the Game of Life and the one that we end up on. Each seemingly trivial choice we make leads to some greater final destination. What keeps me up at night and rocks my dreams is the uncertainty of which decisions are not trivial and how we might know that now. I suppose the answer is that we can't know now. The decisions that we make in the present work themselves out in some way into the future. The great unknown.
I am not good at meditation (and I don't actually know how to properly do it), but when I attempt it, I imagine myself as a house. Like the type of house you drew in kindergarten: square frame, two windows and a door, and an equilateral triangular roof. I have function but no emotion. As this house, I quickly pass through landscapes: a jungle, a hilly town, a desert, and alas, an open body of water. There I float. I feel no cold nor warmth, yet I sway as the wind sways. I float. There is nothing around me but sea and sky, and there I float. I float. I float. I float.
Maisie in Pink
Pittsburgh/Birthday Weekend
Thanks Nathan, Sarina, and Connor for celebrating my bday with me in Pittsburgh, PA. The list of highlights is not short but includes vegan Polish food, a tiki bar, the Mattress Factory, hanger leading to lunch at Starbucks, rosé champagne, Hambone's, Arsenal Bowling, feeding deer & seeing at fox at Allegheny, etc. etc.
NYE 2017
Margaret
My dear friend, its always a pleasure to reunite.
Mentor Headlands with Nathan
Note to self: If it Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow is one of the best songs of all time
Reflect
It pains me to say that I look forward to hindsight. That 20-20 that eats you alive. Regret and forget instead of forgive. Forgiveness is a skill that I hope to one day attain. Hand-crafted like the patch on my back, this paradoxical-leaning concept takes practice and care. One day I'll leave this place, the pain that Zoloft brings and takes away, a distant memory. I'll take from my reflection the pieces that I like. I'll leave behind the lag in the mirror. How funny it is that we never actually see our own face as others do. Simply an image or a reflection in the mirror. We know everything that we see in spite ourselves. To learn to forgive these lags in understanding oneself is to live. I wish to live. I wish to relinquish regret. I wish to construct a life of forgiveness.
Maisie & Cassie
Shout out to Nathan for helping me with the lighting.
Halloween Weekend
The Secret Hike
You're usually reluctant to hike, but I know that you always leave proven wrong. Thanks for letting me pressure you into doing these things with me.