i am getting myself packed and ready for india...

this is a gem...

as i post my picture a day, i start to see a pattern emerge, and realize i am sadder than i knew...maybe when the sun comes out it will chase some of these death induced blues away

my grandma passed away today. we had a complicated relationship, she was a complicated woman, but in the end i am pretty sure she loved me, and i know i loved her. i have some theories about what happens when we die, and they bring me solace...so while i am sad, i am also happy that she is released - from a body that was failing her, from memories she tried so hard to avoid, from loneliness, from sorrow.
and any time i hear a piece by chopin or liszt, i'll take a moment to thank her for introducing me to the music.

i love that two people can look at the same thing but see it differently...

as i add to my tattoo, i find myself noticing others, as if some how we are in the same tribe simply because we both have ink. turns out, not so much. i am no more or less cool because i have a tattoo, and neither are they...but boy is that pretty!

i'm not entirely sure why it is that mustaches are suddenly hip, but they are and i am not immune!
'you must pay the rent'
'i can't pay the rent'
'you must pay the rent'