dressed in polka dot pajamas, listening to patti smith, and painting in between loads of long-neglected laundry. i am back to my beloved black and white and it feels perfect. the other paintings have been flipped around to face the wall so i stop thinking about them for a while.
i've been occupying most of my time with reading and writing though... winter habits, i suppose. not to mention the fact that i have been giving in to the temptation to look through my photo-albums and re-read old letters and diaries. it must be a side-effect of the season: nostalgia and the need for reflection. anyway, i hope i get over it soon. there's so much i'd rather be doing than taking trips down memory lane, waking up old ghosts, and giving in to lethargy. blah. snap out of it sister and get back to work.
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