parking meter in ball point pen.
what a symbol of frenzied, restricted time this thing is... kinda like my time here i think. try and try to make it beautiful and its still just a parking meter, counting time, gray and metallic, void of person or passion.
i have grown exceedingly discouraged with the course of my life right now. i don't see the point of getting twelve grand into debt over an art degree.
pray for me if you think about it.