i gotta say:

past present

i might be thinking too much about the future lately.
everything's become a countdown.
weekend in 4 days.
japan in 4 weeks.
sweden in 7 months.
iceland in 8.
back to school in 9.
what does this say about now?
i shouldn't lose sight of where i am...
but i'm in a lull.
it feels just like
auto
matic
stop.

트랜스퓨젼

happiness is......

hi steven chen. hiiii ㅋㅋ

something new.

heart to beat, i got a hole to breathe

swan 고기

go on, take my hand. i'll eat the darkness.

last night's nightmare.

it ate my hand clean off - slowly and loudly, from knuckle to wrist. and i was late for school (...and cared..? all the while maintaining the wherewithal to elevate the warm, bloody stump it left me with.)


so today:
apostle of hustle (eazy speaks)

from apostleofhustlemyspace:
(William Blake: "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." Swallowing poison usually leads to death, but not if the patient knows the art of transformation, not if they can "stomach" the bullshit & hell that is surrounding and tormenting them. This then is the process - one eats darkness & somehow is able to excrete out pure light!)

watch your stocks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XADRMmllKU4

what am i s'posed to do hoo

ac! omfg! wtf. ttyl~

jgl! omg! jl + jr = <3 (hurts)

stomp your feet, dry out your eyes

See Fernando

Jenny Lewis | MySpace Video

a journey of a thousand miles

begins with a single step.

remembering

rethink

reread last post.
realized: for many, choice is a luxury.

(w)here is home(?)

since i was young(er), i've wondered how, exactly, people decide where they want to live. it never seemed to me that it was something that just...happened - because of a job, person, whathaveyou.

surely - i thought - home, and where home would be, was one of a person's most important and liberating life choices.

from my naive perspective, anyone could live anywhere.

so it seemed to me that home was not only an important and liberating choice - but an incredibly daunting choice as well.

the world!

the world is so big.

each place, each potential home, so different.

what if there was this little town, this little village somewhere in __________ that was the absolute, most perfect home for you.
how does one ever know that they're in the right place?
do we just settle at some point, and cease to question location?
do we have to stop questioning so as not to go mad?
....is it even important at all?

i've kind of started a mental list of sorts. places i want to go. i really can't tell you how places end up on the list. sweden is the best example. why? people ask. i'm hoping i'll be able to tell you once i've been, and seen, and done. i think it will become clear. whatever it is. and portland, oregon. that might be due to music. elliot smith. ...? not sure. again, maybe once i've been.


explore ( ) v. , -plored , -ploring , -plores . v.tr. To investigate systematically; examine: explore every possibility.

yogurt ladies...

they do it on the street.

tables and chairs by andrew bird

reykjavictor.

happy now i've planned it.
it's gonna be icelandic.
first swedish then dynamic.
stay calm and
don't
panic.

eric

just won't smile.