this weekend, i did not once think about you, obsess about my appearance or wish i were somewhere else. i did go to disneyland, take cabs to get around town, and jump up and down to some damn good rock & roll.

surprises, everywhere.

like when you suddenly realize that somebody else is watching you, the way you are watching the world.

(clockwise: me, fixing a broken jacket zipper, while waiting for a rock show; me, stepping out on a sunny afternoon; me, trying desperately to pay attention.)