old stuff

i worked on photos today and am thinking of staying all night at the ceramics studio. all semester - one month now- i've been to only one class time. it's pathetic.

i keep having dreams about my old apartment and the bedroom floor. i dream that i still live there or i'm visiting and the landlords have refinished the wooden floors and put carpet beyond the bed. the floors were beautiful: light and well polished. i was angry and anxious; i wasn't supposed to be there.
needless to say i suppose, the dreams are nerve wracking and scattered.

i'm happy to be working with europe images again.
my free time will involvethem for a while i think and that's great just great.