It's all a process yo. Everyday, just another series of actions taken to achieve a particular end. Day in, day out, passes of effort. A whole lifetime crafted by repeated construction. Romes, relationships, art, good food -- just everything that matters in life.
Oh, I'm sorry, all I'm blogging about is my studio apartment. But that, too, is process. I have nothing. Not even a plate. My fork and spoon are from a camping trip I took, like ten years ago; there's a knife that comes off the handle of the spoon. If not for the microwave, I'd be eating nothing but gram crackers (not true, but that's another blog).
What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, process. It'll come together. Slowly, but surely. As paychecks come in, the weather warms up and garage sales sprout, it'll come together.
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| Pert Near All I Own |
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| Pert Near All I Own in an Apartment |
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| Hey, there's a crisper full of veg I'll have you know! |
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| The Virgin Looks On |
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