in search of lost time

i've been home for the past week. it's been wonderful. for the first time i'm realizing how much i enjoy each one of my family's unique presences. being home also abates, temporarily, the homesickness i try to suppress when living on my own. i used to eschew the familiar in favor of the new, but there's a great comfort in things you can revisit and still feel happy.

some themes have been recurring in my thoughts:

-the meaning of passion relative to your age
-maintaining integrity in the face of change
-how to mark time within the scope of your lifespan
-glass and paper and wire

room temperature

i finished bernard schlinker's the reader this morning but it has yet to let me out of its blue-green world.
accordingly, the sky started to rain and i had one of my more pensive walks in a while.
overall i am happy and ready to pack up for the year; a lot happened in 2010.

last work of 2010

just like honey (2010) is equally a product of every lyric from the 1985 shoegaze classic, psychocandy, as it is a product of living in one of the world's most bewildering megacities. living in close quarters with 3.6 million other people, i can only think of the honeycomb as a way to represent the resonance yet separation that i feel towards my neighbors. each cell, each city corner holds a different image of existence. i can't help but think that these images are a macrocosm of the events and memories we hold inside our own bodies, and which allow us to have sympathy for others.