Some days, swaggering through is the answer, propelled by a feeling of motion & weightlessness. Other days feel anchored and slackened by the enormity of the most practical & mundane corners of what we do not know. I've been feeling the desire to cut cords and swim off, say goodbye to things that nibble inside of my brain, the things that I now know I am bad at. I wish I studied Art History, I wish I kept better books.
Remember in college, when girls bandied about the idea of moonlighting as nude models? Some girls actually did what others just talked about.