i haven't had more than 5 hours a sleep every night i've been down here. i am tired. i took a nap and am still tired. and now i'm drinking a cup of re-heated coffee. the coffee i made and promptly forgot about when i realized i should just go take a nap.
we are driving back tonight, all night. and i am happy to drive all night long to get back to our little, safe, warm, happy home. happy as a person can be. and tired.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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