the past seven or eight days have all seemingly blended into one in my memory. into a massive blur of people and noise and mindless small talk. by Monday I felt like I could be snapped in half. so yesterday I shut myself in my room and retreated to the quiet comfort of my own mind. the peace of my music and my colors and nothing else.
I finished the pocket moleskine that I started in mid-September. in due time. this thing is about to fall to pieces.
















