Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Professor Andres, my architecture professor, gave me some good thesis advice. In order to write a thesis, you have to first kill some of your babies.
posted by lmjasinski at 1:11 PM