Projects

1. "The Sitting Room Gallery": There are a few sitting rooms outside of bathrooms at Evergreen. They are pretty much white cement rooms with a mirror and a chair. As soon as I've collected enough student artwork, I'm going to curate a show in one. Will go up and come down in one night.

2. "The Lil John Tribute Band": Exactly what it sounds like. I play the mandolin, everyone sings. Will perform in an electrical room found on the rooftop of the library.

Philadelphia -> Olympia

I'm here, and it's 11:40 pm but it feels like 3 in the morning which makes sense because that's where my brain is at. I just got home from a bonfire in the rainforest which was pretty sweet, meeting people making fire. You can walk up to anyone smiling and make a friend.

Here is my ode to Philadelphia:



Peace yall. Keep the weave tumbling.

Rowhouse

Its quick entrance and foreseeable exit. The distance between is suspended, sipping light from the front and back doors. There is an underwater pulsing there, in the middle room, a fisheyed darkness. It is a thick place to walk through.

She's standing outside of the front door and talking loudly, though its daytime, and I try not to hear it but the screen door barely filters flies.

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Checklist

Each day has become a checklist: pack your things, Items that shouldn't be counted, are: say goodbye, go on a bike ride.

Days are ending all of a sudden and I've answered the same questions so many times that the truth of the answers has been lost --

Are you worried? No
Are you excited? Yes
Are you going to miss Philly? Not too much

(If I keep answering this way, I am convinced, I will never worry, I will always be excited, and Philly will always be my home.)

Checklist: Go to college, make friends, graduate from college, retain friendships, get a farm, smash capitalism, live happily

ever

after

Made Fresh Daily

Hey, so, I want to get used to using this thing again so that when I leave I'll be ready to report. I have six more days in Philly, and I am here at home, an empty house, sipping coffee and plucking my mandolin. I'm getting over a little summer cold, which seems to be going around (or maybe I am spreading it around?).

I found an unfinished song by the Sisters just now. All the music was down in Maine, I added some words just now. It's about biking. I don't know if that was the initial intention, but... Here it is:

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If anyone would like a copy of the complete Sisters collection, give me your address (in Florida or wherever) and I'll send a lovely little thing your way. Keep in mind: These will be worth a lot of money one day.