The Letter F

I always found the letter F to be a bit more ingenious compared to other letters of the alphabet. There is just something about it. EFF. or, rather, Capital F and little f. Just listen to it. Eeeeph. I also like it because it fits within the seven scales of music. In comparison to the other six musical scales, the letter f seems to stand much higher in regard because it has the capability to appear both precarious and available. kinda like a venus de milo on the eve of a harvest moon. Both classic and rye.

My life has been somewhat confusing as of recent. I lack the necessary ability to decide for oneself.

These statements are arbitrary and irrelevant for most eyes to see because I know that most will not understand nor consider the situations at hand for proper analysis. No doubt of course, given that I have not explained much if at any true details of my life for the past three to four months.

I apologize for being as so. Thinking spontaneously, I assume that the lack of personal story telling revolves around both the fear and pride of releasing such information.

I am confused on the following matters. (edit. most retain to the topic of art making and practice)

1. What am I best at?
2. If what am I best at is a personal opinion or rather provided from another's perspective?
3. How can I tell the difference?


All in all, it's time that I completely rewrite my definition of self. Confusion is not an option after all, and wasting time about it something that I have already perfected, so why waste more energy upon it.

PS. I really miss lawrence nowadays. You don't know what you have till it's gone, right?