learning to appreciate being on the outside.
because you're never really on the inside in this world.
or at least very rarely.
And the sensation of being on the outside
makes finding people of your own ilk
a million times more delightful.
Sometimes when I'm walking across the bridge, particularly on days so sharp and beautiful they could cut cardboard, I stop. And lean over the railing. And remember why I like Minnesota.
The last while
I've been discovering
like art, and why I want to do it for the rest of my life.
That I can't not do it
I like making things way too much
keeping up my love affair with music
And listening to Vitas on Halloween.
Forgive my randomness
but im about to do homework, and that always makes me random.
It's been a good little-more-than-half-a-semester.