I was given an ultimatum that I let go the things I lost and embrace the value of what is in its place. No hard drive and yet hard drive within if it calls me to recall such place. I carried a journal after the studio break in in a premise that it would lock down my ideas. When my woman looked at it as designer she knew it was true but rushed as sense of urgency. She took that book away and I continued my work for two months.

I asked about it and she said she threw it in the dumpster in San Diego.

a Silent house for a week with my anger but understanding what need to happen happened.

what is truly imporant to your value, ideology and mind solidifies. In that same vein, I have a book she looks for :)

once you see you cannot unsee.