Altered states. I am nothing without the inspiration that drips from your seasons. But with a new space comes and new me, and so it goes. I’ve decided to throw out the person I’ve been for the last two years and start new.
Shaking all the experiences from my hair, and taking a 5pm bath. I stopped taking showers three weeks ago, doesn’t seem like something the new me would do. You know what I mean?
I started taking photographs and wearing white cowboy boots. I also wear a watch now. Although, it doesn’t display the correct time. Setting a watch doesn’t seem like something I would ever take the time to do.
I’m listening to Yankee Foxtrot Hotel, sitting in the kitchen of my new home. Sipping iced coffee with soy milk, I remember having the CD of this album as a youth. I’m craving champagne and conversation, but always seem to subject myself to the isolation it takes to get things done. I’m no good around other people’s energy, way too sensitive and perceptive.
I enter a new state and hope to never slide back into that old reality. The one in which I am so terribly aware of my shortcomings. Mind filled with the anxieties of the previous and forthcoming day. No, I’d rather be right here. Present and completely aware that now is all I have.
photos by Svetlana