its hard to write something about my comings and goings or whatever im chasing after in the moment. that feels monotonous.
im moving to portland this september and look forward to getting hit by a car while riding my bike. id probably say "sorry, thank you" as i roll across their hood.
im taking pictures with my Nikon D70 now and have no idea what im doing. id love to keep my photography focused on more of a diary rather than improving skills or technique. seems more worthy of my time if i let myself be lazy.
the environment is dying and im having an existential crisis about it. crying in the morning and evening when i remember how beautiful the world was when i was young and how dead it will be when im old. i wonder if other life would eventually find a hard-drive with my tiny webpage on it. what if im the only girl they recover a personal diary about?
i want to love and i want to feel love. been loving myself more and more each day - i really do love myself and my mind and my body. im reminded how little my life impacts the lives of the few people that know me. guess that makes me kind of a pushover loser. or kind of like how the grass caresses your shins on the trail.