Today I hit a car on the way to school-- my first accident ever. The dumb part is that I didn't even want to drive to school today, but I had forgotten to bring my bike home yesterday and I didn't have time to walk. So I hit a car and got sad about it and then went to school and my watercolors almost spilled onto a drawing I'm working on-- which was interesting because my reaction to the second event would merit it more cataclysmic than the first. My relationships with objects and my understanding of what worth means is warping daily. This photo seemed so perfect for today, but let me just say that if I could drive to school down a huge paisley carpet and under giant armchairs that my commute would be way more entertaining.