all my days are blurring together.
if not for the fact that i make it a point to take 3,285,110,000,621,71 photographs any time i am somewhere doing something i would never remember anything(!) but damn, does it feel good to get swept up in this brand of crazy. i’m the happiest i have been in the longest time. i didn’t actually think it possible but i think i’m addicted to this high— of having purpose. real purpose. i guess this is how workaholics are born. & i guess now; maybe i am one.