I don't imagine many people use this anymore. I don't imagine it much matters.
I used to art. A lot happened. I never inherited a camera when my old one broke. I lost myself for a long time. I lost, not really a someone but definitely not a something, that I loved recently. I live in a scary place full of fear, poverty, rust, and gunshots. I live in libraries, but I wouldn't really call what I'm doing right now living, per se. The world feels cold and grey and it moves too quickly. But, I found a really old, really cheap, really terrible battery life camera on craigslist for $50. It's not much, but it's a camera, and it's mine, and it takes pictures. And sometimes, the safety lights hit the grass near the music building in a way where it's just the most beautiful green I've ever seen in my entire life, and I just have to stand there in awe of it for a little. Yesterday, I saw a piebald robin in the park. I'm going to try to get a picture of it better than the ones my phone takes. I missed having a real camera. If I still see beauty in things, and if I photograph it, I might end up putting things here again. Not that it matters, or that I'd care if what I put here were taken. I don't own beauty, after all. But here. Have some cake frosting I thought looked kind of cool. I like the beauty in little things.