take me home

three days into school and already weeks behind. it's intense, i forgot. my favorite part so far has been moving anonymously through this sea of people. and then crossing over a little creek, finding a lone tree stump, and letting my thoughts engulf me before emerging again into the immense crowd.

 

the photography class i mentioned before has been fresh on my mind above all others. the name of the class is towards a new social surrealism and i am ready to plunge in. i think it will be a good and very pertinent tool, to have something rather personal be ripped apart in good old critique fashion. i am, of course, assuming that i will get into the class, as i was one of only three to show up the first day.

Done