Night daydreams.

The first accidental snapshot with my new camera:
the top, right hand side of my bookshelf.
Make your assessment.




I haven't been sleeping well for quite some time.
Maybe it's because I am bored,
and think too much.
Or think too little.





Every so often, I like to pretend
things are the way I want them to be.

The failure of optimism.

(for many things).

I'd rather be a forest than a street.

This is how we deal
the morning after.






Enjoy a partial summer day
with a little
Simon and Garfunkel.

To be young again.

I wish I could start all over
at the age of six.

I could audition for sf ballet,
(make it of course),
and eventually become an amazing
ballet dancer.





And my parents would make
silly videos of me
representing their favorite
electronic music.





I would look back on all of it
as an adult and think
"shit, I was one badass kid."


I guess my parents deserve
a little more credit.