my main man.

the evolution from existentialism to absurdism doesn't only tolerate the realization that life is futile; it endures a real conclusive solution to cope. this solution is practical; as we are asked to accept the lack of meaning we are bound to endure, we accept the lack of meaning rather than attempt to find an unresolved one. it is through this acceptance that we can go on with living our day -to -day lives despite the unsolvable questions that may arise along the way.

mr. camus, you rock my world.

savannah.

i lived in savannah for a few years.
i have mixed feelings about it.
i moved to atlanta last may and
my life completely changed.

nothing is the same.

i made a lot of beautiful memories in savannah.
i found myself in savannah.
i found love in savannah.
i went back for the first time in a year
and made sure i visited tybee island.

i wanted to leave it the way i wanted to remember it.

i can remember that day when we stuffed balloons with wishes
and launched them into the cool, gray autumn sky.
i still remember everything i wished for
that day on the beach.
it was so cold
but the energy between us
was enough to keep us warm.
that is my favorite day.
my favorite memory.

things change

and new memories flood the old ones.
wishes are lost somewhere in the vast sky
floating in the darkness
and part of me still wants those wishes to come true
for you.
i must have made a million wishes that day
but there was one wish i wished twice.

i wished that you would find your happiness.
and i still do.

1,500 invitations. wowza.

i am a printmaking major at SCAD. i printed 1,500 magenta invitations for SCAD style on the vandercook. oh, letterpress. it felt good to be up and crankin', but i never. want. to. see. magenta. again.

it was a great experience, and it gave me the urge to print some artist books.

is it weird that i love the smell of ink, and lead type? its musty. kinda reminds me of the way my grandma's house smells. its comforting.

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salutations.

i am not one for soulless communication, but i figured that i mine as well bite the bullet and create one of these suckers. i'd like to use is as a vehicle to display the shit i make and share my thoughts.

one of my professors told me something a few weeks ago that i just can't seem to get out of my head. he said,

"the best advice my mother ever game me was, 'if you drink your coffee black, they'll always make it just the way you like it.' and you know somethin'? she was right. and now i drink the damn stuff black. no sugar. no cream. no nothin'."

i keep going back to our conversation and really thinking about what he said. i know he wasn't being literal. he hardly ever drinks coffee. i usually see him with a cardigan on dipping a tea bad and sipping on his tea. i think what he meant was quite simply if you keep it simple there is less room for error or disappointment (human error or not/perhaps fate even). so i have been keeping it simple. and i have been less disappointed.

however, you can't expect everyone to take their coffee black. i can't stand the stuff. bitter hell. and as much as this keepin' it simple shit is workin' for me for the past few months, i'm just not so sure i like it. there's less to experience, and i have learned that most people--- take their coffee with entirely too much cream and sugar. glutinous fools.

anyways, i've been thinking about things. i'm always thinking. the name of my blog is athazagoraphobia. it is the fear of forgetting or being forgotten about. i need to keep better track of my thoughts so i don't forget them, and i need to share them so i wont be forgotten. thus, the emergence of this blog.

"all the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams..." -elias canetti


salut.