Here it is. It is full of things that are not GIFs. Though if you click on the blog, it sends you right back here, where you can also easily get back there, until the internet collapses in on itself like a mobius scarf on the floor that you would dry clean if you dry cleaned anything, anything at all.
I went to an art opening last night that included a small shelf covered in marble dust and a shiny silver dish that the artist found and mounted on the wall, as is. And I thought, “this is ridiculous,” because it is, it is ridiculous. On the other hand, I think a lot of people hear “downtown theater” and think this too. So, tomatoes, tomahtoes, glass houses, etc, but also, oh my god, I am RIGHT.
Not to be a huge sap, but one of my favorite parts about getting older (little bit by little bit) is that all of a sudden your college friends, your high school friends become people you’ve known for quite a while now, and that shared history is really fun and comfortable.
Also, I am, in fact, a huge sap.
That moment when the smell of the subway car hits you, and you realize that the woman who had put her hand on your arm as she exited was, in fact, trying to tell you something - “SAVE YOURSELF” - with her touch, light and unfamiliar.