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Photos by Vincent Fournier. Beauty surrounds the lonely lives of astronauts.

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Sure, happy is a good word. Not just sporting jolly curb appeal either--but showing off a pretty colorful interior as well. Sometimes I wish I had past relationships to dwell over. Oh, but I do! And for once: Oh, but I do not care! And to the person who stuck by me through all the green and gold psychological trauma. I cannot thank you enough for keeping me company through what may have been the toughest years of my life. I wish I could understand the pain you're going through right now. All I can say is, things will only get better. You carry more wisdom in your dress pockets than most people I know.

I'm anxiously anticipating December birthdays, my favorite.
Goodbye November.

bob

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

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still here

Word.

I’ve just experienced a thought provoking quiet evening alone in my living room, rare. Not nearly close to an epiphany, but enough to inspire me to write something in here after a month long hiatus.

A few thoughts about my current state that are worth noting:
My toenails are a now gaudy shade of electric purple to remind me of a dear friend who used to live only a few feet away. I must point out as well that the dusty blue couch in my apartment has been appropriately renamed the blue couch; as its washed covers are finally fit for sleeping on. On the matter of sleeping, it might not surprise anyone to hear that I may have developed a sleep disorder that keeps me from going to bed before 3 and waking before 11. My unprecedented productivity-low can’t explain my feeling restless over these past weeks. However if there is one thing to blame, it’s the changes that are taking place that are responsible for inconsistencies in my mood or behavior. I suppose happy and sad do reach some sort of equilibrium at certain points yet, only leaving me feeling dull and again for further emphasis: restlessly restless. On a lighter note, I’ve very much enjoyed basking in the company of friends old and new, borrowed and blue. I never knew that a sidewalk panini could teach me a lesson on friendship, nor could I predict that a two-for-one cup of boba to have the capacity of diagnosing someone lactose intolerant. That person being me. Reveling in these sorts and going off on another tangent, I've tried to build my memories from small details. Adventures are so much fun, but detours along the way are far better. To my friends: somehow in my eyes it appears that you are all in an inextricably surface-level mad rush to get somewhere, but I’m pleased to see that amidst the chaos, things are falling into place for everyone… even me.

Cheers.