at last...

"Because, Martha, life's too short!" (Covent Garden, London, 12.07.2007).

i have realized that i have been duping myself. existence is as good as you make it, and you have to do what you love (anya, front desk at tai sophia). i've been trapped in my own delusion, which had til now made me wonder what went wrong. perhaps harry potter and the deathly hollows, 750 pages finished in just over 5 hours of reading (but who's counting?), broke the spell. not quite sure. whatever the case, it's time to blink my sleepy eyes and snap out of this bog in which i've been slowly treading water.

claro (def.)

new york will be a continuation of something i start here, now, this moment. african dance liberates my body; playing flute, my mind; writing and collaging, everything leftover. the spark is back - now i just have to run with it.