boundaries, pushing of.

-my crush-house. every month or so I have to post another reverent picture of it, its unchangeability despite the seasons, the light quality, the passerby... WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS HOUSE? I'm perceptibly devolving from appreciative pedestrian to manic psycho answers-demanding harpy.
-mid-stride, yesterday. I was hungry and heading home to eat. I was fucking focused.
-spilt beer at the Canterbury. not mine. but we both admired the suspended aeration.
-a moth trapped on the wrong side of the glass. aren't we all, from time to time, MOTHS TRAPPED ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE GLASS?

when I shrivelingly chronicle my silly life, restless in urine-scented and age-gnarled sheets, I will think of July 2012 as a colossal turning point. this was a month that fucking mattered in very surprisingly positive ways. i love appreciating the moment as it actually happens.

I'm so goddamn happy! eeeee!

thanks for reading.