Saturday, January 26, 2008

the place which the angel passes by




a postcard:

Hi ______!

miss you! right now i'm sitting in my room, completely uninspired, coming up with wacky theories for the cause of my discontent. i think artists are always discontent. and i believe that i am an artistic soul. therefore, i will never be able to be completely happy. it's okay, i have many time-pockets full of joy, and sometimes life is tolerable with just that. hope that you're doing great, and that you're doing great things. here is a quote i love: "live to the point of tears." love, jen.



another postcard:

hi ______!

hey. right now i'm listening to the trip hop air record also known as the virgin suicides soundtrack. maybe you'll like? "you're my playground love," sings air. it's snowing outside and all is desolate. i am entering a photography contest next month, wish me luck. what is your life goal? are you persuing it? is sorrow a good thing? are you in the sky with diamonds? love, jen.


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