journals

I thought I'd share some pages from my journal today. They don't make a lot of sense, but I think journals that do make a lot of sense are like the end products of paint-by-numbers sets; very pleasing on a shelf, but lacking in scope/passion/ART. I try to write at strange hours, when my mind can forget to care about conventions and judgements and the like. So yeah. Normally I would end this paragraph with some kind of apology but I'm trying not to do that so much.

P.S. I'm going to start ending my posts with a song or two that I'm currently f~e~e~l~i~n~g.

So, current mood:

overcast and overworked

Hi guys,
I was poking around the very, very deep depths of my laptop and I found this terrifying story I wrote when I was thirteen about several mermaids who spend their lives battling wealth inequality in their seaside town. But I also found these photos from last winter and they felt relevant so here they are. All were taken at my high school (which is basically monochrome all the time, vibe-wise) with my lovely Canon AE-1.

I hope Janus is treating everybody well. SNOW DAY TOMORROW WOOT WOOT. 

- Ana <3