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I claim to like rainy days, but a beautiful sunny day probably wins. I’m 20 and I write nonsense.
Maybe I just want to write? What’s the harm. It’s hard for me to imagine doing anything on my own. I want to publish a book of photography, or at least a website. I have over 9,000 pictures, there’s at least 20-30 worth showing, 2007 2009-2011. The 2007 & 2008 are lost on some HDD. Good riddance?
I’m impressed by what my peers do. We’re just entering our Renaissance age, when we’ve become adults and either our artistic abilities have matured or society has finally decided to take us seriously. Us 20 y/o’s are the ones driving music forward, I think. Maybe this is a self-centered age and is reinforced by being in college or a new city together & writing music, passing it back and forth & talking shit on other music or praising it. Either way I’m impressed by my peers’ art.
I’m ready to join them.
& I want to fill this damn notebook w/ content.”
The rest of the notebook is empty. This was on the first page. My excuse is that the notebook spine broke.