I turned 23 this month. I woke up early and took the A train to Rockaway Beach by myself and found a small subdivision of mansions to wander around in. I spent hours stringing up butterflies on fishing wire, and now that I think of it, I spent most of the month scheming to bring some equally magical projects to fruition. I’m teaching myself to stay up late again, living between hours I feel like I haven’t seen since I was 18. I took a lot of photos of myself this month, and spent days re-ordering the conglomerate of art on my walls and then photographing it. I don't remember the in-between moments so much, I was probably wandering.