Wednesday, January 4, 2023

EPILOGUE FOR 2022


Do viruses have souls?



I like to take pictures of text in this time when we text each other pictures.



Another year like being shipwrecked.



Weird shit makes the world go round.



Sometimes everything I do becomes a Buster Keaton routine.



Dreamed of a giant truck with a new tiny engine, opening up living space under the hood.



Or course, we should realize that the weirdness has just begun.


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