"we are the city that blots out the light of the stars"

today i made fortune cookies, i love them- not as much as J who has had a life-long fascination- but theyre one of the only ways that food and words come together and im a fan of anything that brings two of my favorite thing closer... i started thinking about what i could put in a fortune and i decided to try to make them and fill them with lines of poetry.

and then i found L's old Skinner catalogs and began using images of old dutch paintings as my fortune paper, hands of madonnas with ripe fruit and pink clouds as backdrops for nearly arbitrary slices of contemporary poetry. they made for strange little creatures but beautiful in their own way.

im going to admit, im bored with my life right now. im working on why and what i can do about it, but im currently bored and i hate to think that way or even admit it but nothing i do, create, drive towards, is holding my interest. i feel like im missing something, possibly right under my nose, but missing it nonetheless and just hope this isn't a window that will open and close if im too dense to see through it.