indication of depression... or genius variations on a theme???
she went to the diner with us because it was important that the waitress there met her
return of subtle toning, this time less subtle (but still subtle)
july '25
all these years and hundreds of miles and i'm still playing videogames with people late into the night where the best move for hot food and snacks is to go down to the local gas station. truly a time honored tradition
you read about the usa 100 years ago and you go "damn it sounds like getting attacked by wild dogs was like a coming of age thing- a sort of tragedy that befell the old masters, that necessitated a whole profession around catching and preventing the formation of roving dog packs, what happened to us as a country? why don't i ever get attacked by wild dogs like the artists whose work so inspires me?" and then it happens to you and you go "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh I See"
wet fall my beloved
pwyc all ages punk continues to be where it's at, also the bookstore it was at is quite cool
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@999999999 hi, sorry for the long delay, i'm in a strange place with photography currently but it'll come back (as always, its fatal)
please write in ways that make you comfortable. no need to lock yourself
i don't have words to react to what you wrote, without repeating myself at least. so, i'll recommend you a book i thought you might like
the first Surrealist Manifesto
(André Breton, 1924)
you might have already read it, but if not, i feel like it would be a read you'd echo with. i'd be curious to know how you feel about it too
@(: ❤️ thanks. hope you've been doing alright too.
more and more shit keeps going strange and wrong and it's starting to feel like rather than bouncing back, maybe i'll be pounded into the other side of it all. we're barely into this year and it's been so weird already.
bad things happening to me/those around me is more exciting than the rot i think.
a sine wave between nervous energy and body-melting lethargy.
i'm simultaneously more inspired and more paralyzed than ever.
i'm going through it while asking "what's coming up next?".
i want to erode the barrier between thought and action.
i'm typing this unhinged message to you sleep deprived and coming down from disaster energy instead of: reading your messages, then closing the webpage and telling myself i'll respond when i wake back up, waking back up, forgetting to respond all day, opening this page, then spending a few minutes typing out a very carefully crafted 2 or 3 sentence reply.
fuck it. now is the time to be stranger than the world is to me.
i photograph the street view a lot too, let's pretend its genius for our own sake eh? i hope you'll be fine. if this means anything to you, i think you're doing very interesting things with your photography lately, however i hope its not eating you