This entry has everything to do with the letter "P". First off on todays mini obsessions is PREFAB houses, specifically m-ch (micro compact home).







Yesterday I went to P.S.1 in Queens. Not going to lie, I really didn't enjoy the art inside, but what I did like was the actual building. MoMa took over an old school building and built a concrete maze around it. They kept all the original stairwells and used the classrooms as galleries. Even the boiler room was a gallery space.





When I was child I used to play my parents albums and put on a tutu and dance like a ballerina around our house. My favorite song to dance to was Pachelbel's Canon D.

the winter of our new content.

after a few weeks of wondering, this is what she comes up with:

his interest in her comes from the part of him that still believes he can have her without obligation. he believes he can exist with her from 8 p.m. to 11 p.m. and enter a private & personal world that they will create that will cease to exist in the off hours of the day. he believes that this world will be independent of other worlds he might create on another night, in another place, & he has no intention of allowing it to interfere with his true quest for a mate. he believes that in this affair, what is given back & forth will be exactly even, and that they will both see the benefits that they are receiving. but because he picked her out of sight alone, he fails to see that her fragility, which he smelled and sensed and is lured by, runs deep in her heart and is part of her nature, and cannot be seperated out for him to fuck.

saturday morning he said it to me. i responded with deep wet kisses and gasps of appreciation. our bedsheets reek of fresh melon, heliotrope, hibiscus, freesia amber musky lust but i haven't quite learned to say it back. not yet.

today i lied to you for the first time. it won't be the last.