I’m in a whirlwind of writing, and making, and discovering, piecing things together, lines of code, lines of text, books and photographs, sketches, and lists, and lists. I forget breakfast and I forget lunch, breakfast becomes dinner. I steal hugs from my boy the few times I descend the stairs for glasses of water and cups of coffee. I cross things off those lists as fast as I can, but leaving room for learning. A thesis project is under way, amidst many more projects. The two photographs above are part of this project. I will not say much of it yet. I write so much, and so much that I realized how little of myself I was putting into this journal up until August. All these words piling up here, and all of the ones due at the ends of weeks, clear the air a little. I always go back to writing and I always have, and now I am happy that my work requires so much of it. I just need to slip some rest and a little more food in between these words.