springing forward

we all, albeit within the constraints of society and echelons of privilege and ability, choose the lives we live and how we live them. when I think of it that way, it's fucking audacious to complain about anything, really. either change shit or don't. 

today is my 150th day without alcohol. over the past few months, whenever I've had a snively shitty day (of which there have been seemingly sundry) I remind myself that at least I have that. and while it may be pathetic to be "happy" about something that the majority of the population is shit-together-enoughy to never have to contemplate in the first place, I'm fucking happy anyway. one less way to fuck up! everything really can be that easy. 

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these crows were audible from a block away.  

wee hydroponic root systems. 

Summit Ave. 

I love the way this turned out. but overexposure is the theme of this entire entry, I guess. 

i bought a copy of "Modern Primitives" at a moving sale today. I obsessed over this book when I was a teenager. we all did. it seems so quaint now. but in a way, doesn't everything?