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in my most fanciful moments,
i fall victim to the confines of the
trite.
wanting the unexplained to align with my explained,
so that the divine order of things pays ordinance to my
triviality.
perhaps it is not so.
here’s the still-life in perspective from my view point:
and i did a painting looking outside. it was gorgeous today (despite being FREEEEZING!!!!). it’s a view of the snow-covered charles in blinding daylight with shadows of the BU buildings extending over it.