One More Dark Night

One more time into the night. One more slouchy and reclusive evening with the desk lamp. One more tired and dry-skinned foray into early morning light. A couple of sojourns to my coffee pot and 3 more exams. I can smell summer out my window... it's fraught with distraction.
...focus.

Caffeine Dreams

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Brittle, tired, wired. Over-caffeinated.

I think my brain is on fire. Or just my eyes.

Retaining nothing.

Kick-ass was phenomenal. Fuck Roger Ebert.
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Polaroid Thursday

Hart House

Artist over Art

In a concerted attempt to avoid studying, I set out the other day to find some photos for The Untold City. I almost immediately came across these guys putting up a piece on the side of a store. The art, in and of itself, was fantastic but what was more interesting to me was the art inherent in their movements, bearing, and almost mechanical translation of their vision.

Give them swords and throw them into feudal japan and they would be lopping off heads with gory accuracy. Yes.

See the set here.

Destination: Summer Hjinx

I walked out of my apartment today and my olfactory bulb was immediately inundated with the smell of summer. Then, shortly after, the smell of putrescent garbage juice but that's forgivable.

Seriously though, that period of time in spring when the anticipation of summer comes on full bore is easily the best time of the year. The sticky heat of summer hasn't set in yet and the jackets are all freshly shed. So good.

Urban exploration is the name of the game this time! I cannot wait.