05.05.06 - 6:55 p.m.

I should be going to a friendly art show right now, but feel like I would much rather get fucked up on sugar and draw, and keep thinking. I found the thinking tunnel today, and it's like a sleeping bag, for the daytime.

I have real friends, and they reveal to me by email, from places I've been but aren't now, that they are real. One did yesterday, and one did today, and one did last week. These emails make me feel the way I imagine the Northern Lights would make me feel. Meaning they make me feel like i have a chance.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything