oh the world is strange, strange

'was it a casual flight or a migration?'
i've been a bit dopey of late, maudlin what have you. not to be helped. self-conscious in unusual ways. less wondering about art and more worrying about what will become of me post-graduation. i find it difficult to look certain people in the eyes, but i've been smiling more often. there's a wider range of people i see regularly, but i've been sleeping less. it's possible that all the things i think are no good for me. i have to buy a plane ticket to france soon. this week. the other day i meant to call gannett (health center; on my cell's contact list) and nearly called garrett instead.
why the distinction between art and life? is the point of art really to be understood? why haven't i seen any of your work this quarter?