(would have been) march 12.
i forgot to take a picture yesterday, but if i had, it would’ve looked like this. coffee with an old friend. talking shit and books. sitting outside (spring arrives).
march 11.
today was my first day out on the roof at deathchurch. it’s amazing. come to it.
march 10.
months have passed and i live in montreal now. i’ve stepped through the dream. i now live it. it’s strange to go from imagining something to living that very same thing. i guess it’s like meta-living. first in the mind and then in reality.
all that was to introduce a new project. a year from now there will be a picture for every day passed.
my housemate a+ read my tarot cards last night. here is a picture.
Mumia quotes Camus:
“But what then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal’s deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared? For there to be equivalence, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict a horrible death on him and who, from that moment onward, had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.”
time for a change
The last six months I’ve spent escaping this place. I’ve been to Portland, Seattle, Texas, Squamish, New York, Philadelphia, Montreal. I’ve gone to Rome, Casablanca, Rabat, and Berlin. I’ve been to beer-stained shows in the forest in the basements and under bridges. I’ve had pals and made pals and been one sometimes too. I’ve come back to this bedroom over and over again and still I feel the same; I’ve gotta leave this place.
sweaty punks. cheese pizza
//wander the deserted streets series//
outside emo’s when austin was still a ghost town.
motel shotgun.
lock up your daughters.
under the bridge where bats await the night.
//secret beach series//
larissa.
clayton. harry.
matthew.
conor.
//and we ate series//
giant cheap cheese pizza.
meat from a truck.
deep fried pickles.
fried green tomatoes.
raison d’être.
