transitory thought

it feels like:
many people think art school is serious big time step into the real business world of selling your art & some people will not make it some people will die but no one ever really wants to die.

a thought

these days really getting lost in the curves of hands
going on and on & it's really pleasing, that rhythm.
and fur
ALWAYS
FUR

um thoughts

you never know where your reactions/impulses come from, what they mean

so do things in the future affect how I am today?

what can you control
everyone wants to control
man wants to control that is the history of man
what is something you cannot control
what if you made your life into an experiment of letting go of control

I miss being a child (the free)
but here comes diligence & responsibility

frequent mood of the days:

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