Painted a wall with my finger. It was inspired from this thing i did when i was kinda little. I was probably like, i dont know 11 or something. anyway, i used to stay up late by myself in my room thinking about a lotta stuff. Well i did must have been thinking about the future, and about what life would be like for me when i got older, and i tried to connect to myself as an older person somehow, and i just sorta realized that there was going to be a point when i wouldnt be living in that house anymore or sleeping in that bed, or going to my school and all this stuff. I just was kinda realizing that things, everything, changes for everyone, and that the world that we all knew as kids was going to change. so i put my finger on the wall because i was tryign to show myself that this act was me controling what was happening throughout time. We all pretty much have control of the way our lives will turn out. we can decide to study a certain subject in school and end up getting a career in that field or choose a sport or whatever. And this was me choosing something in my life to control. but it was also a way to show myself that, no matter how much control we have over the things in our lives, it is inevitable for it to end, and that everything is already a memory. all of the thigns i was thinking about that were going to change, me living in the house, me going to school, catching the bus in the morning and eating dinner at the dinner table with my family, all of that was already a memory. i was sort of in a nostalgic mood for the thigns that hadent happened yet, like the things i was waiting for, like high school and sports and what not, but i was actually right about the nostalgia for my life at the moment, because up until that point, there were so many things that had already come to pass, because everything was a memory to me, and nothing was forever perminent. I dont really know what could mean, perminence in this sort of situation that im talking about, but anyway, my finger on the wall was a sign to show me that even though i could hold my finger there for as long as i wanted, it was all a memory, and that at some point my finger wasnt going to be on the wall anymore. it was strange to look at my finger and try and hold this moment forever. not that it was something significant in the lives every person, like a first kiss or something like that, but it was significant to me. anyway, i painted a wall as a mural project for this one class i took in college, which im no longer going to! cause it didnt last and everythign changes. and also i kind of feel like ive beatten this everything changes thing to death. I just felt like uploading a picture and im pretty sure ive already said something about this more than once on here. but whatever, maybe i got something new out of it this time. and its not like im wasting anyones time anyway, cause no one reads this thing.