Monday, July 19, 2010. My only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. Can you picture what will be. And all the children are insane.

this puddle runs especially deep. In This Place We Learn To Wait. Sometimes I get so mad, mired in the mundane. Lusting after adventure while I feel my knees, under my desk, degenerating long before their time. Wondering if, by the time I make it to Maccu Piccu, I will be able to even climb it any longer. Wondering if I will ever fucking make it to Maccu Piccu at all. Maybe I am simply afraid of the future. Should I want that? Not in the car, just generally.

So, I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art last week and came upon a wonderful exhibit of nude photographs; and as always ended up taking many photos.

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