"when you least expect it; when you give up on love.
It returns in waves and engulfs you in the undertow."
-T. Jackson

And with this I return.
the summer will dwindle down to the cool of fall and the last four months of school will encompass my life. i will try not to dwell on the past much too much, but i will surely find myself talking to old friends in dark corners and empty spaces. with them i will create a schizophrenic kind of work. perhaps i'll keep up with myself here. in these white spaces. this empty vessel for fragmented. everything. thoughts before thoughts after thoughts sub thoughts with thoughts and so on and so fourth.