Work was ROUGH this week AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I died three times and then pulled out all my hair and died again.

Wednesday night i didn't really sleep... I was up until the sun rose again editing photos for Antonio's magazine, which looks INCREDIBLE and makes me really excited about the fate of humanity and the direction of art in general, hahah.

Thursday Neha and I went to a bar/lounge in Dumbo. It was okay, but it just made us miss Tia Pol's sangria & tapas. Neha's camera shake after sangria and tapas at Tia Pol.

We also went to Egg in Brooklyn last Saturday and walked around to kill time during the 1 hr wait. It rained on/off. I've been hating the weather here lately, it's so inconsistent. Also I had no umbrella. :( Went to this place called Moon River Chattel and I decided I wanted to move into a secret garden in the back of an old house in Brooklyn. Unfortunately I am stuck here in this stupid high rise drowning in a sea of windows and mid-morning perspiration and the sirens of Ladder 54's firehouse right next door.

I also read this really good poem on Wednesday! It gave me chills, which is hard to do. Here are some of my favorite lines:

Saying Your Names by Richard Siken

Chemical names, bird names, names of fire
and flight and snow, baby names, paint names,
delicate names like bones in the body,

I try, I do. I try and try. A happy ending?
Sure enough-- Hello darling, welcome home.
I'll call you darling, hold you tight. We are
not traitors but the lights go out. It's dark.
Sweetheart, is that you? There are no tears,
no ictures of him squarely. A seaside framed
in glass, and boats, those little boats with
sails aflutter, shining lights upon the water,
lights that splinter when they hit the pier.
His voice on tape, his name on the envelope,
the soft sound of a body falling off a bridge
behind you, the body hardly even makes
a sound. The waters of the dead, a clear road,
every lover in the form of stars, the road
blocked. All night I stretched my arms across
him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing
with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe.
Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be
like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed
to pieces. Makes a cathedral, him pressing against
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me
like stars.

And angels, about twelve angels,
angels knocking on your head right now, hello
hello, a flash in the sky, would you like to
meet him there, in Heaven? Imagine a room,
a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can't go through with it.
I just don't want to die anymore.

- Sarah