oh, ok.

i hate going to bed and i hate waking up. chyodd says he loves going to bed and he loves waking up. i’d love to know what that’s like.

sometimes i get down in the dumps and go to sleep with all my clothes on. even my boots. there’s something safe and good about waking up at 7:30 am with all the lights still on and that special sweaty jacket-under-the-covers feeling.

i had one such evening some time last week. i was tired and humorless. i shouldn’t have gone out. i went out. it was the wrong choice, and that felt like a personal character flaw that i could never live down. i stomped home. half ready to paint my apartment at 1 am, half ready to burn my legs with acid, but by the time i made it all the way from brooklyn to queens, i just really needed to lie down. so i did.

and then. the next day. as usual…..

sept 23: 14th st between 5th and 6th ave

i swear to god.

i know there’s a party store on the block, but i don’t care.
there were so many fucking stars on the block i had to make a new star rule: if i see one star and then take 2 steps and see another cluster, i don’t have to photograph it. same deal if i see the same exact star in a different part of the city…

i was here. i had an epic experience. i almost let myself cry almost as much as i was compelled to. i felt amazing the next day.

i was really glad that, all those years ago, i decided to live.

my friend joe took this picture in hamburg and sent it. the shoes are the most important feature of this shot, i feel.

he was like, “why a heart and not a star? i forgot…” but i think they’re essentially the same thing

yay!