apart. It will cut your tongue and bloody your mind with memories that were never true. It will lock you up in the darkroom. If you're lucky, you are there, feeling your way around the trays, the tongs, the box of paper, and the blood red light.
My anxiety has been active lately due in large part to my lack of drive towards the next project. I visited a farm, made an appointment, and have been waiting for the pull. Finally, it arrived in the form of my professor, who called for a meeting. I am here and it's time to push.
Tonight could be the start of something new...........curator...