been nostalgic. there were some open wounds from these past few weeks. i saw this beautiful documentary called, my octopus teacher. i absolutely loved it and have been listening to it's music everyday. in The last bit, the photographer talked about the power of being welcomed into a possible hostile environment not as an outsider but as part of it. sometimes my own emotions seem foreign, volatile, they come and go. it's like I'm a watcher on my own movie, the bits and pieces of oil on my fingers stain this keyboard as emotions stain the bits and pieces of life as we walk through i. we come and go. also i don't know why this one came out monstrous looking but i dig it.
