I’m glad I got to take a few pictures of the Cherry Blossoms of DC before this morning’s storm. Now I assume the Tidal Basin looks something like this mass petal graveyard not far from my house: What a life for the Cherry Blossom. Born, admired, and massacred by nature all in the span of […]
Every time you feel this way you act like it’s the first you’ve ever hurt. You act like you cannot cope. You act like the pain will last forever.
A tube of foam insulation somehow exploded under the kitchen sink. Marcel Duchamp told me to put it in a gallery.