particularly lonely.
listening to highly lyrical songs.
smoking a cigarette whose smoke is blue.
here for nine days.
i could not leave this apartment.
is the independance worth this?

I'm not really getting a lot out of this cigarette -
most of it is spent on watching the smoke through the lens of my camera.

it's two in the afternoon and i should be reading about art.
instead i'm watching it.
experiencing it.
can philosophy be experienced this way?
What would Danto say?
art must be transfigured.
but some art just is.
it doesn't need transfiguration.
some art can just drone on.
that's all you can expect of it.

the smell of insense has worn off.
i think i'm immune to it.

i don't do things right.
i don't take vitamins.
i don't eat very healthy.
my favorite food is cheese.
i think it shows.
i don't drink enough water.
but when i do, it's with two ice cubes.

[i stamp out my cigarette and get back to work.]


Blogger the tapered pant said...

...and if you ever get lonely, you can just go down to the record store, and visit your friends.

in the immortal words of ms. penny lane.
have you seen the bridge?

February 11, 2006 2:10 p.m.  
Blogger the tapered pant said...

kristina, do you really wish I could've joined you on that fire escape? i kind of doubt it.

February 12, 2006 7:30 a.m.  
Blogger Sweet Caroline said...

you're a bad influence on me... i really want a cigarette now. noo.. must abstain.

February 12, 2006 9:59 p.m.  

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