I'm following you around because I want to meet you but I am afraid to talk to you because everytime I think of you, I think of her.

This city makes me feel really good so I am afraid to leave. I'm trying to get better, like I had promised someone, but I have been really depressed and happy and numb all throughout my days. Downtown is still pretty.

On my way to the Kemper museum of contemporary art and the Nelson-Atkins art museum, driving down main street there are a lot of cool places including Sidekicks. I'm guessing either Sidekicks or Best Buddies next door is a gay bar, two next to one another perhaps? Either way the american flag rainbow is gorgeous and makes it so that I can buy one instead of make one myself, finally.

The Kemper, Nelson-Atkins, and art institute of Kansas City are all next to one another. The campus is nice, no grad program so useless to me. It was finals so it was terrible trying to meet people, that and I look like a bum, and my awkwardness and creepy nature overshadow my niceties. Damn it.

I enjoyed the Nelson's modern and contemporary sections over what was at the Kemper at this time. But displays change.



The area is surrounded by large homes and many many squirrels.

Not much on campus was worth documenting except this sculpture amongst the trees. Needless to say the campus is gorgeous compared to the endless parking lots of IUPUI, and no damn academic kids.

I tried to get ahold of someone I could network with, and since I don't have a phone I had to find a payphone. Payphone was broke but a freakin Delorean drove up. Who has a Delorean!? This guy, and it was in great condition.

I've been hanging out at Yj's snack bar since most of the businesses close down by 8, kind of like Indy. I had the North African dinner as it was Thursday evening (daily rotation of meals each night). I don't have a wide pallette that's not sugar or chocolate so other than what I was told was lamb, I had no idea what I was eating. Cous-cous is there somewhere? Then RIGHT after I ate I saw this graffiti:



Not knowing anyone really makes it hard to find stuff to do so I just walked around the alleys and found that there are a tone of design firms, studios, lofts, artsy shops, coffee houses, and film studios.



Ha, this girl is the closest thing to a friend that I have here. She works at Yj's. She's so nice.



Birdies is a lingerie shop next door to all these teddy bears.


An artist maintains this tiny shop as a fashion designer and uses it to sell works and changes the installation out every so often.

I felt that way exactly! Now I'm doing what everyone would like to do.



This is Missouri Bank. A bank. An artsy, actual working bank, designed, with artwork inside, and on the billboards on the roof bank. Wile E. Coyote set up this roadblock for the roadrunner. It may have worked, as I did not see either of them.



This is where I call home. This made me think of you. And how much I love you. Close and far.

I love you Niis. I miss you.

Almost as beautiful as my best friend.

Props to my car for making even this far with no hiccups except the usual not wanting to start. But once she's going, she's going good.

Listening to Katy Perry, some is good alright. Just makes me think of Katy Perry though, mmm, but the only reason I want to think of her is because she reminds me of the girl I love, mmm.

The traffic into Kansas City was fast and hellacious. Trying to document this only made things dangerous.

I was amazed to see that there were two major skylines, and got dropped downtown. Um, Kansas City is beautiful. St. Louis was gross, Indy is pretty, but KC is beautiful. And what a weird art city?

I cruised up and down the newly made Power and Light District in awe at the pretty lights and all the yuppies going into fancy bars and restaurants.


I knew artists were somewhere so I went looking and found the Crossroads Arts District.
I walked the neighborhood looking for a place to piss, KC is the brightest damn city I've seen. No dark streets or alleys.


I came across YJ's snack bar to ask where the fun was at and ended up staying for hot chocolate and a oversized cookie, not a normal meal but not unusual for me.

The city is putting up a new performing arts center which is humongous and cool. The talk is that the artists will be driven out of downtown soon after which sucks.

The Crossroads is pretty and looks trendy and mostly new but still maintains the gritty DYI look that Fountain Square maintains. I got tired of walkng and found a place to sleep. KC is hillybut it worked to my advantage sleeping head in my trunk feet out the middle of the seats, it evened things out and people couldn't see my face and wonder "what-whats this kid doing here? i should wake him up and ask." Before I slept I found an auto body shop with out an art installation but deserving of the title "VICE-Official Missouri Inspection Station".

I love this city and am staying another night to go to some openings and maybe make some friends. I miss my home terribly, but there is no home for me anymore without my family in it. I miss you all. I love you.