This is the only photo I "took" today (I was busy!) and it's oddly fitting. I don't mean that in a melancholy way, a.k.a. my heart is dead/my soul is black/etc. I just ... feel like a blank slate (though not like the tabula-rasa-blank-slate, but a more colloquial one). And that light (which is actually a car dashboard light -- poetic, am I right?) is where I see myself in x many years. And it's always been a "guiding light" for me but I've never noticed it getting bigger, and eventually it's going overtake everything and I'm going to be like, "Hey, look, I'm here." And then what? And and and then what?

Ok, I totally feel like this photo should be framed and hung in the MoMA, preferably next to that piece of string that was probably representative of sex or something. You know what the best part of the MoMA was? Alex striking edgy poses at the window. Funniest picture.

I'm not sophisticated enough to appreciate modern art.