came for the thrills. you and your wild idea of a life in new york, a life in art - what art and life in new york should be.

everything is terrible when you don’t have to think about money - you sit exalted in your boredom. waiting for a man that’s equally as mad. someone that sees the world (life) (a lifetime) like you. all creative guts and no reservations.

i’m a little too strange for him, too cool and too intoxicated.

there’s a space in between. i’ll always be fascinated with hotels/motels/old and strange places.

night on the sun. melt with me & we’ll go from there.