so i did move back to so cal. interning at a museum in sd. rethinking more masters, maybe art history ph’d. in a few years. looking at artwork makes me feel like i am breathing again.

and today saw this written, two times. nobody here but us chickens. and i dont know what it means. and i used to want to live on a farm with chickens in the desert, but then i started feeling like that was a way for me to escape. not have to deal with real life. and i am okay with real life.

its a painting by monique prieto. but it was also in a book about miro. i think. not the painting. just the writing. i guess its like a trojan horse kind of thing. but i think it is supposed to be some sort of message to me.

so i have to find that out. more soon. ish.