diello

not really much to say...

i think i'm moving forward...slowly.

she's all i see...when i look at the sun set or sun rise. when i close my eyes or have them open in a dream.

i still remember the smile that lit up my day...

eh. fuck.

anyway - i uploaded a pic of my dog for anyone that's curious. it's kind of blurry - but it's tough to keep him still.

thanks to a friend's recommendation i'm currently reading the weetzie bat books. it's a modern day fairy tale that is quite therapeutic. it's comforting to know art like this exists.

here's a bit of a review:

Block's unique, poetic style immediately draws readers into an intoxicating magical-realist world populated by empathetic, original characters (as well as a few ghosts, fairies, and genies): "He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs."