I have so many things going on right now that my head is flying in seventeen different directions. writing has been especially challenging for me-- not because I don't want to or because I can't find the words, but because there just HASN'T. BEEN. TIME. nothing pains me more than this. and it's such a cliche. oh yes it is and you know it and I know it but this is where I'm living right now, in this place of a thousand things going on all at once.
I did, however, find the time to go to the fleamarket and take photos of old bottles and other junk.