I am coming to understand that this is a diary... just my life in isolation. Mundane but everyday pushing out in my small space to keep exploring the world. No fancy sounds or special effects. Just my breath, my body pumping up a hill and traffic whizzing by. Spring...

        There are three narratives that happen when you take. a walk in nature. The first is what you see. The second narrative is what you hear. The third narrative is the dialogue in your head as you pass through the trees and smell the air. This is the thirteenth...

i was going to run away into the mountains and ski but I am stuck in my studio for two weeks.. which means I have to move stuff to make stuff. Little did I know this was going to last for months.