hello strange world.

the last year has been spent living-- with three cats, uncountable studio projects, analog cameras, and two armories filled up like antique stores.

my life is a beaded bracelet on the wrist of every vagabond on every street corner across america-- estatic, open, free

so, this is christmas,
what have you done?

war is over, if you want it

you'll say:
"stay with me, girl."
and i'll reply:
"of course, my twin, always."

except we'll always feel empty.
more divided.
meine.