The Year the West Was Burnin’

It just hit me. I’m leaving soon. I don’t know when I’ll be back or if I’ll be back.

That’s scary. I feel alone.

And I guess that’s alright. Some people live alone and die alone. And if I’m one of those people, that’s okay. Right now it’s time to start over, to begin again…like when pine cones open after they’ve been in a fire. Good things come from hurt, hardship, from loneliness.

It was the year the West was burnin’.

Love you. All of you.
J.

A Missoula Afternoon + Cabernet Sauvignon

 

Today I painted. I’ll post the finished product later!

“[…] we shall find countless examples of constantly generating melody emitting sparks of images which, in their brilliance, their sudden transitions, their headlong rush, reveal a power that is utterly alien to epic illusion and its peaceful flow…”
(Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy, page 33)