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Whenever the thunder booms, a car alarm outside of my window goes off.
semi fictions
“ if you can imagine someone dropping three bowling balls on your chest from a height of about nine feet you might begin to approximate the sensation. ”
I found this old doodle and then spent the whole of Sunday on a north side beach with a slew of other weary acquaintances who were looking to get out. Amongst the gritty temault of the harbor, the throb of our particular stressors ebbed while we scorched. I never finished the novel I’d brought along, I actually never even opened it. I kept seeing things in a half sleep I thought I had forgotten, and I guess I’m just stuck remembering. In any event, I’ve been stealing lilacs on my walks home in an attempt to wake up to some sort of warmth that I’m not entirely sure exists. I can’t really tell whether or not it’s working, but it certainly smells lovely. I’m sun stroked, so I don’t know how cohesive this is… but whatever. I read on a wall somewhere that “with the heat comes wanting.” I believe there’s some truth in that, but I don’t know… No, just no.
The Pink & Blue Project
South Korean artist JeongMee Yoon first embarked on “The Pink and Blue Project” when her five-year-old daughter couldn’t get enough candy-colored possessions. She photographed her daughter Seowoo amongst her sea of pink things, from dolls to dresses to stuffed animals. She then began photographing little boys and girls amongst their color-coded belongings in a quest to better understand how gender shapes our lives from such a young age.
(Source: The Huffington Post)
My allergies were so terrible this past week that my eyes were starting to swell closed. Although it was a real good look for me, I am pleased to be back to looking only slightly homely. I’d like to thank Lainey for the pills and that really sweet allergist I was lucky enough to meet in line at the grocery store who just so happened to have some dope eyedrops in her glove compartment… also the drug rep that provided her with them, and the slow ass cashier at Dom’s whose inability to do his job forced conversation between said allergist and myself. Bless you all… I CAN SEE!!!
