2/11

this is exactly the way the day felt to me; as if it were made up of bits and pieces of other days and even other people's lives, just kind of thrown together in a random way that became defined by a 24 hour period.

all evening i kept repeating that "today didn't feel as if it belonged to me" and looking at this image i see elements that i recognize as mine but which are not treated in a familiar way, bound by a frame that is seemingly arbitrary.