If we admitted how terrifying life is,
would we need more drugs, or less?

You fail to avoid an old coworker on street, and just shake your head in greeting. It’s been that kind of year.

You’ve done your market research and you’ve ended up with your great big pile of shit.

By the time you get her attention, the bartender already seems annoyed. You’re getting that a lot lately. You expect it, really. You give her a short nod, turn and head out into the rain. You’ve come down with your third cold of the season and there seems to be something wrong with your legs. Your father died 20 years ago today. The earnest, dignified man you remember could be your brother now. Limping home in your wet coat, almost comical in your desolation, you wonder. In 20 years, will anyone raise a toast in your memory?

The world’s longest and saddest book: great shit nobody noticed.

Dry leaves clatter across the driveway. School supplies. Football. Death.

Do NOT react.

1) Forced confluences of random or variable systems
2) Dislocation of expected boundaries in relation to contents

With a year of hard work my project has grown from grandiose fantasy to lackluster reality.

February in the city, when nobody gives a fuck anymore.

Driving back, you remember the hopeful innocent you were just a week ago, still on your way. 

By April, life has killed you.

Over the course of one sunny afternoon a stately ice shelf the size of Connecticut breaks loose and collapses into the ocean. You are dispersing. You have entered the floe.

You know you locked the door, but it couldn’t hurt to check. And that’s when the trouble begins.

The notes and sketches were without exception more interesting than the final product.