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 tonight’s homework: 
 make a formative and to the best of your abilities, a comprehensive list of all of the things, objects, people, and situations you love. 
 some on mine for example would be my parents, brother, family, friends, exes, collaborators, homemade pizzas, ramen, fried eggs, pancakes, wandering, curiosity-fueled explorations, kissing, hand-holding, sitting quietly, cinema/theatre/movie-watching, the opera, ice creams, driving short distances, road trips, traveling through a culture not my own, smelling new smells, tasting new tastes, swimming in the ocean, meeting strangers and becoming friends, gadgets, camera equipment, photo shoots, portraiture, thailand street food, paintings, museum spaces and the people who inhabit them albeit for brief and fleeting moments. 
 and much much more… 
 perhaps make this list and keep adding to it. your interests, your loves, your desires, your missions in life, your dreams. 
 having this list all the time, and at the ready is a great reminder to see later on, on those days where you find yourself unsure of yourself, unsure of your dreams & desires, and unsure of your path. 
 these listed items will not only serve as a base from which you may venture forth anew with a sense of renewed confidence, but as markers of what to look for to guide you in the future. 
 they may shift and change; altering the list may be painful at times, and at times very satisfying. but in the long run, you’ll end up feeling that at least at one time, you had an opinion about something. you felt very sure at one time that these were those things, objects, people, and situations you love. 
 you had a truth, you lived by them, and they gave you strength. 
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tonight’s homework:

make a formative and to the best of your abilities, a comprehensive list of all of the things, objects, people, and situations you love.

some on mine for example would be my parents, brother, family, friends, exes, collaborators, homemade pizzas, ramen, fried eggs, pancakes, wandering, curiosity-fueled explorations, kissing, hand-holding, sitting quietly, cinema/theatre/movie-watching, the opera, ice creams, driving short distances, road trips, traveling through a culture not my own, smelling new smells, tasting new tastes, swimming in the ocean, meeting strangers and becoming friends, gadgets, camera equipment, photo shoots, portraiture, thailand street food, paintings, museum spaces and the people who inhabit them albeit for brief and fleeting moments.

and much much more…

perhaps make this list and keep adding to it. your interests, your loves, your desires, your missions in life, your dreams.

having this list all the time, and at the ready is a great reminder to see later on, on those days where you find yourself unsure of yourself, unsure of your dreams & desires, and unsure of your path.

these listed items will not only serve as a base from which you may venture forth anew with a sense of renewed confidence, but as markers of what to look for to guide you in the future.

they may shift and change; altering the list may be painful at times, and at times very satisfying. but in the long run, you’ll end up feeling that at least at one time, you had an opinion about something. you felt very sure at one time that these were those things, objects, people, and situations you love.

you had a truth, you lived by them, and they gave you strength.

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 despite the cold weather and all of the winter woes therein, i always manage to find myself standing in awe in front of beautifully angular, symmetrical beguiling, and lovingly designed architectural structures. 
 the cold does nothing to hinder the drive of exploration. 
 fires in your soul warm the body. 
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despite the cold weather and all of the winter woes therein, i always manage to find myself standing in awe in front of beautifully angular, symmetrical beguiling, and lovingly designed architectural structures.

the cold does nothing to hinder the drive of exploration.

fires in your soul warm the body.

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 gilded arcs slice through the elevated ceilings of the theatre. 
 thin cables paralleled electrified wires leading down from the top to an explosion of  crystalline satellites . 
 as the lights in the house dim, the murmurs blend into hushed whispers and crinkling papers. 
 the orbiting chandeliers recess and lift skyward. the orchestra furiously sweeps into a luscious introduction, and the thick heavy red velvet curtains slowly rise above the stage floor. 
 everything is amazing and i take my first breath. 
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gilded arcs slice through the elevated ceilings of the theatre.

thin cables paralleled electrified wires leading down from the top to an explosion of crystalline satellites.

as the lights in the house dim, the murmurs blend into hushed whispers and crinkling papers.

the orbiting chandeliers recess and lift skyward. the orchestra furiously sweeps into a luscious introduction, and the thick heavy red velvet curtains slowly rise above the stage floor.

everything is amazing and i take my first breath.

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 watching  l’elisir d’amore  with moms who is visiting. 
 hushed whispers in the velvet & gilded opera house. all eyes sparkle in the shadows, and you can hear the murmur of the orchestra tune and whine. 
 such a palace of nostalgia, a touchstone for beauty, vocal dynamism, love explored, comedic passages, aching, pining, passions flared, humble faces shied from true feelings. it harbors them all. 
 dark desires and lilting promises made at the height of amorous confession. if these tales and performances of them do not leave you with a state of romantic despair or blissful hope, i’m not sure we will ever understand one another. 
 but i’m willing to give it a go if you are. 
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watching l’elisir d’amore with moms who is visiting.

hushed whispers in the velvet & gilded opera house. all eyes sparkle in the shadows, and you can hear the murmur of the orchestra tune and whine.

such a palace of nostalgia, a touchstone for beauty, vocal dynamism, love explored, comedic passages, aching, pining, passions flared, humble faces shied from true feelings. it harbors them all.

dark desires and lilting promises made at the height of amorous confession. if these tales and performances of them do not leave you with a state of romantic despair or blissful hope, i’m not sure we will ever understand one another.

but i’m willing to give it a go if you are.

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