No One Here to Wait

And well. That's oddly comforting. The fact that I could disappear or even fade (I gag at the non-glamour of that second option) and no one might notice. It's freeing, even if it is depressing in a Joyce Carol Vincent kind of way. 

I'm not being flippant. I invoke Her name with infinite respect. The patroness saint of mysteriously lonely and forgotten black girls.

And women. Women as well.

All hail Remi. I'm screen printing fabric for a business suit to honor him. I think I am taking the most unnecessary steps possible (photo->drawing->SVG->STL->Xerox copy->8x11.5 film->emulsion), but it's satisfying, and he deserves all of the steps. The steps are satisfying.

Like watching hummingbirds feed on this little guy. A succulent I picked up a few weeks back without even questioning his wonders and benefits. 

I mean look at him. There aren't enough words.

But there are enough letters. I've finally found the perfect settings on my printer, and a gang of open source fonts. I'm finally printing files I designed myself, which is something I've wanted to do for a year. Actual 3D modeling is a whole thing, though. I'm not sure how far I'll take this.

And I'm not sure when I'll be back. The lovely thing about that is there's no one here to notice.