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and i survived driving around in philly proper. there always has to be someone who's not panicking, and when everyone else is, that person is yourself by default. you can't afford the luxury of freaking out.
it started out pretty bad, though. that was almost the sorriest exhibition i've ever seen. and i will write four pages on it. i can write four pages on anything. i'll research the historicicity (i don't think it's actually a word, but i read it for the first and only time in an art history book, which is good enough for me), and i will get four pages.
as for my final one, i need to change it over. that was the sorriest exhibition i've ever seen. one room and nine works does not an exhibition make. at least, not this time around. delaware art museum, my ass. seeing the other exhibition and realizing that, yes, this is what i should've done was humiliating and reassuring at the same time.
i love comic book stores. they're just lovely.
it's not that i don't talk much. listening works. people tell you things when you don't talk. and sometimes i am just quiet. that's not really coming out properly, though.
i'd like to think that i'm the same person at home that i am at school.
and sometimes things make me think.
a thousand dreams that would awake me
and i guess that i just don't know
and even when i'm not sure whether i get it or not, i can still feel it and know.
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