i rode my bike to sarah's memorial at the art center. it was overwhelming. they went into her apartment and brought out a ton of collage and objects and books. the hair on my arms stood up. either she was in the room or i was blown away. i have a bunch of pictures, but i just want to put this note for now. it says: this HAS to be in it because thats who i am and this is about Art and identity and what we do to survive.