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Si on prenait un verre un de ces quatres?

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I’ve rearranged my materials and setting tonight. I made a delicious smoothie using fruits & red cabernet sauvignon and the bedside table was too far to place my delicacy and evening companion atop whilst writing & browsing. So, I cleaned my desk (partially) but…still, finally. It’s hospitable as of current status. Sometimes I think I make up my own phrases.

I know the state of cleanliness of my residence is of grand importance to you, but maybe it will inspire some tidying up or getting rid of things no longer useful or needed, or aesthetic to the mood. Ahhhhh I sound so instagram. Can’t be the worst thing in the world *insert shrugging emoji*

I had a lovely day even before all this grandeur commenced. Met with a medical professional who was comfortably human in his own nature today. You forget that you’re not the only one who freaks out about things, or finds himself in a rush within a minute’s passing. To recognize these less-admirable traits in someone else but see it in a fond way, that preserves a little bit of the message that things will work out and this really isn’t the end of the world, all this that’s been going on.

Une bouteille de vin supplémentaire, je vous prie.

October 17, 2019
Aqua fresca (watermelon juice)
October 17, 2019
Cabernet Sauvignon & berry smoothie

I had a lot of fun today. See next post. 🙂

L’amour l’emporte.

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1 year of living in the same residence. It’s bittersweet but hazy. The same four walls, the same pitfalls. To what degree can a human life change? I find it interesting how much the view changes from the other side of the hill. Where it’s still.

My place is still like a landfill.

I mean — don’t freak out; it’s minimal and all. Duh. But there’s something about the fabric of the curtains, something about the unfinished art projects I put to the side, and keep there. Lately I’ve been working on more pieces, but it’s a steady growth. And that sums up my living in this space, this enclosure — with this vast area of breathing life around me. I am beginning to sound a bit too Romanticism-era (literature) which cracks me up because why not. I can keep my prose & manifest dreams or something of that nature.