Clutter on my table reminds me of a scattered life
This week has been such a morass of sleeplessness, capitalism, and existential devourment by current and unwanted events that I did not even mark the arrival of spring, which so far has been blastingly cold and at least this morning torrentially raining. I am not complaining: it seems to have kept away the neighbors' construction. Last night
spatch and I made a foray into West Medford to investigate El Vaquero, who had a handwritten sign in their window about quesadillas de lengua which obviously I ordered and they were great. A few nights ago I took a picture of my favorite campus stairwell which looks like a textile design by Lyubov Popova or something.



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I can cope with lengua in lieu of axes. The abatement of your earache would also be cool.
*hugs*
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Thank you! If I walk up that way at night, I make a point of visiting the stairwell.
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That is a very cool photo.
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Thank you. There's another in an adjacent building where the walls of the stairwell are bright green, but I've never gotten as good a picture of that one!
*hugs*
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I like how abstract this one makes itself look.
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That's a lovely blue colour, and such a nicely geometrical photo.
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Yes! It's good for our drought and it's good for my sleep.
That's a lovely blue colour, and such a nicely geometrical photo.
Thank you! I really like the contrast of the underside of the stairs.
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It would make a great print for a necktie!
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I love that someone thought to paint it that way.