I’m buying a loft. I feel like the jokes on me while at the same time, I’m going to get a tax benefit on my rent for once. That I like. I’ll miss a garden but I’m not ready for a garden. The pressure is on to get into my photography, my musique concrète, my writing, my painting and you.
I’m going to not care. Every minute or so, I will not care. Again. Again. Again.