Nothing is impossible and we know that nothing is destroyed, it only changes chemically. We burn up a house and its contents, we change the form but the same elements exist; gas, vapor, ashes. They are all there just the same.
there is something special about letters. ronald reagan is my new hero x
i think i’ve finally learnt to see my parents as individuals, rather than just my parents. and i think they have grown to see me as an individual in the same light, and not just their child.
it is a nice place to be in. i’m really enjoying our conversations we have these days.
still, i personally don’t think anyone can truly understand the idea of independence/an individual in their own right unless one has cut all safety nets. i believe i am striding purposefully towards the edge of the diving board x
p.s: favourite basker sang Chicago’s again today. LOVEEEE the acoustics of the Wheelock underpass, LOVEEEE Chicago!!
Maybe it’s true that there is a certain pattern weaving human tragedy and celebration all in the same fabric. Two figures passing away within a week. I am sad.
Went straight to paint after a quick nap and a wash of my greasy hair. Found my quiet Matisse-loving friend still working on painting the red and desserts that weren’t quite as red and desserty as i remembered them to be. I am glad to sit beside his quiet concentration x
So there is a dance recital at the end of the year and ms s. asked if I would like to prepare for it. Yes of course, I said. ABSOLUTELY THRILLED!!! x