Using photography, and wine as a subject for my liberation, just temporarily. Exploring wine as I want to, much more than just the wine. The wine, wine itself, only hold so much meaning but the story and stories that surround it are where lies… Something. quite pluralized.
Coffee ready. 35 in 1 week. Just enough sleep last night. That helps more than anything, honestly. Only wrote in Comp Book at 12 & Farmers SBUX yesterday, and that’s it. My thinking was too weak to compose anything fortress-like. So today’s set to be different. And the reality that little Kerouac’s feeling better.. much more centering for me. I hate seeing him in any kind of distress, massive or minuscule.