i said 'wait a minute chester'
these mid-august days are beginning to blend into days of simple nothings wherein i feel as if i'm accomplishing nothing and moving forward like a swimmer in molasses.
is it wrong that i'm striving with every bone to the first week of september?
my mom is gearing up and slowing down at the same time. today we're going into her studio and we're going to throw out drawings she did when she was sixteen, because they've been subjected to water and are all mouldy.
she's putting on a brave face, but i can tell it's paining her.
i'm going to save what i can.