On this night, the final night of 2022, I was abducted by aliens on the 600 block of South Street, only doors down from Olympia II Pizza (assumed sequel to the very, very successful Olympia I). Although I look worried, I was really more surprised— I had just enjoyed a very lovely night, eating soup dumplings in Chinatown and walking home in the rain with my girlfriend. As I beamed up towards the spaceship, it occurred to me just how many dumplings I had eaten, and it struck me that I was sort of a human soup dumpling myself. I couldn’t help but wonder whether this made me more appealing to the extraterrestrials.
PØSTERCHILD
root respite
send nudes
i don't drink coffee
Unless it’s iced. And it’s hot out. And I’m on vacation. And only if I can split it with someone. And only if it’s got sugar in it. And some sort of milk.
tiring myself out
It’s just scary how quickly and how dramatic my protective parts step in and start spinning stories. They say, “Someone’s at fault here” and my ego goes “Can’t be me” so then I have to create the enemy in the other. Can we just be victims of circumstance?
daydreaming
mom
anticucho en Atacama
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
ghost coast
still no Leica
I drove down to Hope alone one day to hike real high up a mountain and a guy saw my camera and offered to take my photo. He had a camera himself, a Leica actually, and I had a strange thought, what if he gives me his camera? To keep…
He didn’t—instead he took my photo, with my camera (not the Leica) so here’s me, without a Leica (but still hoping he’d give me the Leica).
Conversations with Oscar pt. VII
Machine Shop
Steven & Taylor at Bok