mosaics in the bathroom
20.05.02 10:15 p.m.

but somewhere inside i think that things are really lovely. i want to walk around the streets and see people that i know and call them sweetie and tell them that the weather is lovely- that the color of the walls is lovely. or that something is going to be fabulous.

i think i am too optimistic sometimes.

there's a mosaic on the bathroom floor. imagine what it felt like to crush the pottery to make it- the thunder of the cracks rushing up the glazed sides. all to be glued to a floor- to be pissed on.