by Gabriella Sonabend

I wake up and decide that today I am not going out into the world that waits outside the gallery. I sit in my room and do very little. I go through waves of depression and calm and then for reasons I can’t explain I begin to laugh. I do not feel maniacal; I am oddly – composed – in this strange laughing state. I feel happy, I am not sure why. I know that joy lives here somehow, I know that I will be ok; I am amazed by my own ability to sustain my happiness. I find my thoughts and emotions inexplicable.