subjective calisthenics

the past two years have been relatively peaceful. the decade prior to that it appeared that every major conflict imaginable was gently lodged with invisible bullets. nowadays, regardless of the situation, the brain is confident in stating:

it always works out in the end.

the conclusion: a sustained state of peace.

(this fall, nothing says peace like...)

(trips to the northeast: massachusetts y vermont)

(mary jane is in her element)

(cousin sinta and our secretary of state's alma mater)

(this campus is like the grown up version of my high school)

(watching the water)

(is it possible to be any more chill in the woods? yes, yes it is)

(peaceful paths to greatness)

(massachusetts: morning routines)

(i spy...)

(sinta y wellesley)

it's been a lucky week. shiyat. it's been a lucky ass year.

within the past week:
won a raffle.
won a fellowship/grant.
renewed a contract to direct another project.

yesterday, someone gave me the aka manifestress.

i can dig it.