Day 73

my feet are constantly dirty from wearing these cheap flip flops and even though i swept my office out just the other day, a fresh layer of dust has settled with the dirt of campers' shoes. we're making movies on this hardwood floor.

sufjan stevens sings a song about a place that suddenly feel a little less like home compared to past summers. australia and california and toronto were lulled into a paling atmosphere as planes and summers raced in decent to a grid of lights and towers. people and places. glow and flow. motion and stillness. all things go, all things go.

now, i don't know.

so here's a mic from my office