i know i promised fun photos of subway adventure day but yesterday was miserable and stupid and i don’t care anymore
my camera was having lens failure anyway
thank goodness i suppose
i banged the thing against the counter this morning and it spontaneously took this photo
and then began to work perfectly
brute force on small electronics: who knew?
this is koji and michael putting up Fran’s big splash guard
opening this thursday at little deitch with the performance at 7:30
i have a larger problem i would love to bang against the counter until it fixed itself as well but i cant because it’s a problem i am starting to think i have no part in
i feel lost in the emotional world, as opposed to the analytic world
how cliché
the road to irony is paved with cliché
cliché: the sound of the matrix dropping into the molten metal
the road to bitterness is paved with contempt
what was that last one, despair?
“the thought of being alone plunges me into a familiar despair”
the siren song of irony is calling to me too
