Pierre and Family.

Life: Why do we lose sight of how fantastic it is to breathe?

Narcissistic self-loathing and materialism? Yeah. I'm sick of hearing about it. There is something

more grand in the scheme of things. I kind of lost sight of it too--but being so close to death, i guess,

made me snap back into my senses. Or maybe it was Liddel's 'Momenti-Mori' phrase he uses every

class. Ha. I see so many with so little to hang on to appreciating life so much more than those who have

so much. Why is that? Why do we fail to recognize life when we are sitting comfortably? I have functional

lungs that inhale and exhale--that is enough for me to ever be truly happy in the scheme of things.

I'm happy. I'm happy, even though some things hang in delicate balance around me.

"We're living in a den of thieves..."

Reverting back to routines.

I miss my roommates, and Reed--but I have three weeks of uninterrupted

time to shoot, scan negatives, and form ideas for next semester. Its like my eye

of the storm, half of the year is done and i've got a brief break to prepare myself

for the latter half. I'm excited--there are so many ideas I've had that I couldn't

really concentrate on last semester due to time constraints. Now, just to arm myself

with film, a camera, and ideas. This is going to be a good winter break. I can feel it.

On a side note. Life is absolutely fantastic at the moment.