I might clean up this blog a bit.

Family

Summer

I might not be working, but I'm sure as hell living.

Life's a bummer when you're a hummer.

Hi. Sorry for the lack of art here lately.

I am partaking in an expriment involving extreme poverty and life devoid of privacy.

I've taken a few pictures here and there. Gotta get to posting them. Untill then, enjoy this cell phone picture.

The eyes of the world are watching now

Oh Biko.

Emily Volkar original, ladies and gentleman.

Candid

Hello. I currently reside in Pittsburgh, however, I am currently at my parents house. I visited my mom because I didn't get to see her on Mother's Day. Because I worked, you know. I work at a coffeehouse/"world lounge".

I love being home.

I wonder if I will ever get over that. I don't think I will. I love being home.

Pittsburgh does not feel like my home. Yet. I'll throw that yet in there because I am trying. I feel as if my time spent there is in this strange half-life, half-care. This is no one's fault except for my own, although I have a sneaking suspision that city life is not for me.

Too many distractions. For me. All distractions to me.

That being said, I've done nothing in the city. Haha! Maybe I will change my mind.

I like slow living, though. I know this. I know this for a fact. I don't think laziness is that bad. I like to savor, that's all. Have you seen me eat? Takes ages. I think it's more satisfying that way.




I prayed last night to everything. I asked to love. The wind blew and blew and blew.

Bless the day, Toast the night

Summer 2009.

I've mentioned I'm on a spiritual journey, haven't I?

That prayer is quite lovely if, you know, you replace "your presense" with "presense."

The Quirks of Isolation