I've been hanging around the Corcoran again, and it's a weird emotional experience spending time there.

Every single part of that building has some sentimental aspect for me, and I can't help but think of everyone I know/knew and how this one dot on a giant fucking map brought us all together for a slice of time.

Can't say I don't have my regrets. I certainly do. Certain things I've always wanted to say to certain people, and didn't have the guts.

No more afternoon spent at Goldie's, or naps in the lounge where'd you wake up right when the right person pops in. But, it's the digital age. I still am keeping in touch with many people. But you feel vulnerable when many of your close friends are no longer around, and you've been pushed out into the real world. But shit, I guess it's a part of life. Some people out there have it waaaay worse than I, so I can't really complain all that much.

Here's some music. Decidedly upbeat afro-beat to counter-balance my morose ramblings.

http://www.sendspace.com/file/ekrxrf
if you don't know how to unpack zip files on a mac, get stuffit expander and that'll do the job.

I'll probably have some photos here soon enough. I have a pack of unopened Fuji 4x5 film about one foot from me right now, so it's now a matter of loading it up and doing it up. I'm thinking night time is the right time.