it was impulsive. reckless. i was broke for four months with how much money i spent in this place. we stayed up every night until 4am. when i think back to those seven days...it feels a bit like a dream. i'd never crossed the Atlantic before and i found myself with familiar people in an unfamiliar place; the land of a dear friend. i remember the dry heat, the dust on my skin, the danger in my blood...it all blends together--an ancient dream.

i don't like baseball. the sport is too slow. 

another desert, a different desert. this one was magical...restorative even. to be somewhere, miles away from everything yet haunted by the past. i left it here, i like to think. pieces of the past i no longer needed. a step in a better direction. a sky full of stars.  

family is complicated and whenever things get too complicated...I take a walk. who knows, you may stumble upon a beautiful field, like the one in this picture.

i didn't believe myself to be a sentimental person. until i finally had memories i didn't want to part with. now the past is a milky, dreamy place. why not keep some relics with me? i took a picture of the classroom that meant the most to me, because this is where i began to transform.

i've never seen the grand canyon before and it blew my mind. what a sight! all crafted by nature itself. at times you must behold the universe and what it is capable of creating. the greatest artist of all time!

you'd think it would be impossible to be depressed on an island. but I was. it's because I wore the wrong outfit--don't judge me. partly. sometimes feelings are microcosms of other feelings and wrongings and wraughted-ness. sometimes all it takes is wearing the wrong outfit to trigger something more blue. more burdensome.

i like little rock because kari faux is from little rock.