out

lebbeus woods. sarajevo apartment.

sorry, i've been out. of myself and anything. shitloads of spell-check and next-day deadlines. moving soon. a mess, but still here.

i fell on lebbeus woods through here. quiero más.

i heard about this fabulous matta-clark book published by phaidon. i wonder how expensive it is.

i have to buy my first significant grown-up-life object, like a cornerstone or something.

i want to visit the balkans, especially ljubjana which isn't the balkans and zagreb where they have cute boys.

the days have been so perfect-blue in barcelona that i feel i'm in paris.