Collection Of Moments

Lately I want to climb a mountain and live there forever, or at least sit in a wheat field with a big scarf, and maybe some homemade banana bread or something. There's a beautiful fantasy world inside all our heads, but there's beautiful stuff out here with us. It's different, but it's true. Thinking about it keeps me going, like a machine running on cold milk (with a few cute bubbles sitting on top).

Things that have been good recently: the sun and the snow, the simple shape of a French plait, gimmicky bags and cutesy objects, orange toned lipstick against my pale skin, familiar tactility, and mysterious objects collected by art students.


Thank you so much for your comments, especially if they include limericks about skeletons.