i am a deeply superficial person.

over the past week, i've become obnoxiously obsessed with andy warhol; and honestly, i'm not quite sure why. he was weird. he was crazy. he was eclectic. he was extraordinary. he was witty. he was intelligent. he was a genius.

he fascinates me, most likely because he understood the paradox in society. he understood that nothing is as it seems and that everyone longs for the chance to live in his or her fantasy world, where love affairs last forever and where there are 10 pictures of marilyn monroe on every wall.

andy warhol and his paintings are immortal; and in his honor, i hope that someday we will all have a chance to find our everlasting love affair or 10 marilyns.