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.

 
conflicted and vulernable. so hot and so tired and nothing seems easy anymore - taking a long walk with Nelson this semester about liberal arts education, listened to Elie Wiesel on the grass outside of Mead Chapel, instructed about the honor code, and liked art and the bible... midweek pressures mounting, early bedtimes forboding, inspired by a former classmate and Felix Gonzalez-Torres.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:37 PM