I don’t remember much of March, I guess it slipped away from me. I woke up, took pictures, and went to bed most days. Perhaps I had a few long nights with friends talking about art and doing shots in all the dives in Bushwick, only to wake up to find strange things missing and hiding in forgotten corners of whatever apartment I visited the night before. I’m dreaming of and plotting my travels for the summer, working diligently towards my goals and along the way meeting some of my favorite people to date. I feel like I am constantly in transit, floating down a river towards some unidentified destination, but every day I am learning to thrive in this current instead of just treading water.