hi there. i am alive despite last year of school being honestly horrible. i have no time and i want to sleep and i'm sick and i've got a constant head ache and i have to study things i don't even care about and i just want it to stop.
but life is life and there are also good news. i'm going to edinburgh from 27th january to 2nd february and i'm really, really looking forward to it! i'll be the happiest person on earth if it snows when i'm there. i have to buy lots of rolls of film. by the way, currently, i'm shooting with a yashica fx-7 super. i want my roll to be finished and developed! i've come out with ideas and i want to see how they finally turn out.

there's nothing else to say, i believe.
oh, well, i'm in love with my spanish teacher. he wears bob dylan t-shirts and told me he saw nirvana live in madrid in 1992. i should marry him.


"it is about racism in america, 'cause a po... is a black man, is working, doing his join thing. it is about greek mithology. it is a bout seas effect, you know, this great task which is never ending and the levels that he gained left to right. it is about the beauty of the world, when the sun comes through and the raindrops shine, you know. it is about photography and film making, the relationship between them. it is about life flowing, you know, this flow of life that passes by and this moment's come and go. yes, it's about all of those things. and for me to say and give you this official answer that is just about that... you know, one of those things would be wrong , you know. and good art is about MANY things, it's not about just one idea or one concept. it's open and it's about many different things and is often more than the artist intended. (...) it's about making people stop and think for a moment and rest and then restart again."


"I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.
You never bake bread, he wrote, and we were still joking.
Then it's like I woke up and baked bread, I said, and we were joking even then. I wondered will there come a time when we won't be joking? And what would it look like? And how would that feel?
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Jonathan Safran Foer.