i've been relentlessly bombarded with assignments, work, events to attend, et cetera, and have not been able to write or touch my existence much lately. my battery ran down on my camera while doing a project and i'm waiting for it to recharge--being the only reason that i am even able to write in this moment. everything is happening at such a rapid pace that all seems transitory. i mean, all is transitory and i'm mesmerized by the beauty which that encompasses, but at times it's terribly infuriating because there is so much investment. and now i'm not even able to witness the decay. it's pure evaporation. absolute ephemerality. black holes.