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  • Hi It's been some time...

    I come to you live! broadcast from orange number 376, the organized, the spacious, the hideaway where all my dreams are recorded and all my sorrows go to sleep little baby! Welcome.
    Do you, humble traveller, remember what life was to be in college? For you, humble traveller, I have so much to ask. There is a wealth of logic, inspiration, and experience beyond my years. Guess I should explain myself.

    The orange walls, warm and living, are buckled down against February's legacy - cold, snow and rain battering Providence, Rhode Island, United States, of N. America. Here I sit, sprawled and reading, lengthened and poring over stories. I spend my time in the orange room listening. To music. Yet, here I am, waiting for Springtime, determined to see this winter pass, with all of its belongings in tow thankyouverymuch. You see, I'll be graduating in the Spring (if all goes according to plan) and from there I escape into the unknown as I intend to see the wild side of life - mountains and cities. Places of natural wonder fill my head and my dreams are filling with great flocks of birds and shoals of fish suspended in deep blue. So to you humble reader I ask - where are these fantasies? And have you ever dared to seek them?

    There is a very beautiful girl down one floor in this apartment, we met yesterday, and I wonder what keeps me from falling in love. Is lonliness a part of soaring? Does a lonesome heart dive in ocean water? At school all my time is occupied with work. ALL my time. I made a determined decision not long ago to change the work I do into the work I need to do. To start fulfilling dreams of myself and my friends, family, loved ones is my life's highest priority - I take this very seriously. Hence, why I sit here typing to you, humble traveller, with my thoughts and feeling broadcast Live! from the orange room 376 etc...

    There is only one way to do it. To begin, determinedly towards love, light, good fortune and all the rest. One way -

    That is to plant. And then to nurture. Then plant, plant, plant. Every single drawing, doodle, sketch, gift, kiss, random act of generosity, will not sprout - but most will. The more you plant... you get the gist. So this is all my time. Its all there, laid bare. And I cannot wait to see spring weather, a fine time for planting.
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