I miss anastasia… or maybe i just miss the thought of her being here. i hadn’t really done anything with her since christmas break of freshman year, but i’ll always think of her as one of the best friends i’ve ever had. just hearing one sentence from her over the expanse of the internet makes my day worthy. The last time we spent time together we sat on her floor and she showed me her art portfolio from the program she had been in summer ’99. they all were spread out on her rug, and her pictures were amazing. i’m not a fan of photography, but her pictures made me just want to stare and stare at them without taking a breath. there was one that was from a series of self portraits, of the top half of her face with a bang of hair sweeping across her forehead. i told her that i wanted to use it for the cover of my demo. i didn’t have a demo at that point, or a strong intention to make one, but afterwards i went home and recorded the majority of what became other plans over the course of vacation. i never saw that picture again. my demo was dedicated to anastasia. i miss her.