Day 26/365
Life is never predictable. Even with planning.
Day 23/365
Eating alone. Its not a bad thing. I used to have a co-worker where we’d go to lunch and not say anything. No false conversations, pretenses, nothing, nada. Just enjoying the food. I still live those days. Wish more people would. There is clarity in silence.
Day 22/365
In the mailing it in department, I shot in my kitchen. On one side, delish fruit plate. On the other, dirty sink. Because most have both, but most would only share the non-dirty. Compare and contrast away.
Day 9/365
Birthday present (illuminated) next to a Fuller original. Former represents not only a thousand words, but thousands and thousands of miles. Latter, functional art.
Another failed suicide attempt …
Sometimes I've attempted suicide via shitty fast food ... I am not proud.
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