This "nothing"

I miss the rothko chapel in a time like this. Getting lost in its silent black womb. Suppressing my soul enough to quiet my nerves.

Maybe it was the sunshine that I'd return to that would lift my soul. The green grass and large pecan tree field. Piano's museum gleaming clean..my first love affair with architecture.

This was my stop after the bus ride, but before my nude figure drawing class.



Now I ride the subway straight home. Something's gotta change.

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