Hello,

Lately I've been feeling like everything is piling up on top of the other. Papers, garbage, dishes, work, feelings, etc. etc. It sometimes makes it difficult to find beauty in anything. I feel like I am running out of things to photograph because I've been stuck on autopilot mode just to get through the days. Meanwhile everything is starting to look and feel the same. I have to admit though that looking through the lens has been a sort of escape. It feels really good also to find that you captured exactly what you wanted, and sometimes it gives you something even better than you hoped for. The last roll I developed turned out really bad. only 4 images was visible. It looked like someone had violently ripped the end off and some of the frames were cut halfway. It broke my heart at first, but I think the images that did come out, were surprisingly - magical.

a week of sunsets

there was a whole week when the sun was setting right after i was able to pick up sofi. the moment lasts for a good 15 minutes. it feels slow at first and ends rather quickly. the colors change so much in these few minutes, and suddenly it is only darkness. it's getting darker and feeling much later than it really is. now, i only get to watch the sunset from the bus on the way to pick her up and by the time i get there, the sky is only a tint of blue. it is also 20 degrees colder now.

so what are you going as for halloween?
sofi's going to be a dinosaur.
she's been practicing her "rawr".
speaking of which, do dinosaurs say "rawr"?
and how do we know this?
also, dinosaurs are dragons, no? or rather -
all dragons are dinosaurs, but not all dinosaurs are dragons.

breakfast 5 days a week: tea + oatmeal


brooklyn diary. loved seeing tim harrington in this.


milk bar, cake truffle. oh my.


new francois payard bakery opened up near work.
so far i've tried a hazelnut cake roll and the almond croissant.
both are unforgettable.

i'm exhausted, though my life is pretty mundane. i can only entertain thoughts of excitement.
i find myself daydreaming a lot more lately and i feel really bugged when someone talks to me. i try to have me time at work and plug my ears with my headphones, although at times it really isn't playing anything. i only have one hour of lunch all to myself. people ask me to go to lunch with them, and not to be rude, but i've started bringing lunch just so i could enjoy a quiet moment. i always thought i would be better at socializing when i'm older, but i guess that will never change. perhaps it would be different if people didn't talk too much. i'm especially bothered by the girl who's jaw dropped because i was looking for a bookstore. she was in disbelief. she asked me, "a bookstore? for what?"
"to buy a book to read, duh."
"yeah, but why? that's too much work!"
ha. maybe if she read more, she wouldn't be talking so much hot air.
i guess this is why i'm drawn towards the bookish types. they're usually quiet and when they do speak, they actually have something interesting to say, or at least i imagine so. i for one try to be as boring as i can, but people seem to keep coming back to chat me up. ugh, fail.