rationally, one would think the dilemma would be finding a way to reconcile an artistic self (that yearns for constant self expression) with a practical self (that needs to provide material sustenance), but my brain doesn’t work in that capacity and the latter of those terms doesn’t exist as a priority, and will never oust the former or be able to coexist with it harmoniously .

yesterday, at an outdoor café, ANA and i were in the throes of an animated exchange wherein sordid details were being relived like wounds re-opened .
seemingly out of nowhere and without warning, a man sitting at the table to our side (and who had gone unnoticed until this point) interjected his arm (and sidekick) into our conversation.
the screen read as follows:


BJ looks like a more homely SEBASTIAN TELLIER.

it’s so lovely when the things i read align magically with the things i watch .

and think and do.

“i’m a girl, but now i’m a boy too and i can do anything and anything and anything.”
“i’m with you, no matter what else you have in your head i’m with you and i love you.”

excerpts from HEMINGWAY’s the garden of eden