week four

truer

war criminals portrait project continues

war criminals portrait project

+ three smokers

not yet

attenuating

week three

two things that are the same somehow i can separate them.

march (the action not the month)

now.

a return.

every time my phone rings, and it does not ring very often, well at least not nearly as often as tess' phone does, and i pick it up and hear a loud comotion on the other side and my heart starts pounding and i assume somthing horrible has happened. someone is about to tell me about somthing that happened to someone or somthing and wount be able to do anything about it i wount know how to react i wount know what to do except say ok. it is scary to live in israel. jewish terrorists live in my neighberhood. if i could i would not choose to live there. they live on my street. i am afraid of running in to them, they might kill me. easily and not care about it for a second more. like those people with no water in haiti.

schooling

some kid who comes to the store brought a david hilliard book with him it made me think of ziv ish. i wonder where he it.