okay, little time to write, been busy. went to nyc last weekend, saw friends, went to nico muhly's concert at carnegie hall. great. met some new friends, too. i have pictures, but haven't uploaded. on the drive home, by myself, i read out loud a long story, a novella really, that i made up as i drove, speaking it in a strange, low, slow voice. i really got into it--the story that is--and i really didn't want to stop driving when i got home. the things i uncovered--as good as therapy! designing lots: my apartment, a house for a couple, a faerie camp, a recycling of a building into a theater, offices and apartment, and a couple websites. doing photos with jason. doing a television commercial for revolution, a store here in white river. starting graphics production for white river indie films, our local film fest. i am doing, doing, doing. and in the midst of my doing i was stopped, full stop, unexpectedly, by the image of someone i once knew intimately posing suggestively in a brochure. startling the power of an image, startling the power i confer upon his image, his memory.
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