I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.
I don't think that village idea of actually knowing what you're contributing to the whole exists anymore.
Everything becomes closer once you realize that the world is only as far away as a nap and a meal.
I don't want to take photographs that I won't recognize as myself, and myself isn't necessarily just blankly staring at the lens.
Now, there's just so much imagery. Imagine what our grandkids are going to be able to see of us?
I wrote the album in the fall. In about four months, I went from zero to finished. It usually takes forever.
Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.
A word of advice, though. This won't be the last time you have to deal with something in life that throws you off your game. In future courses, as well as in the real world--such as it is--professors and employers won't always be accommodating. We all have to--what's my daughter's terminology--suck it up and deal?
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
When God made the color purple, God was just showing off.
I'm definitely not a nerd.