..don’t stop watching before the end or you’ll miss the whole point.
Why don’t I make videos like this?
this morning: the suit in front of me wishes he was still in bed. He’s as close to horizontal as possible, eyes closed, but deeply dissatisfied - so he abandons the pursuit of snooze and does a sudoku instead. I know how to sleep on buses. Should I teach him?
last night: a quirk of switch positions left all four interior lights unlit as we north bound city passengers boarded at day’s end. Huddled together at the back of the bus in the dangerous dark, it was the most understated of temporary adventures. Sadly, the driver, observant and responsible soul, noticed and corrected the OH&S calamity. It was transformed instantly into a ride home like any other.
feijoa for josephinia (because flowers are so passé)
the barista boy always puts a penisth in my coffee
I think we all have this little theatre on top of our shoulders, where the past and the present and our aspirations and our memories are simply and inexorably mixed. What makes each one of us unique, is the potency of the individual mix.
Dennis Potter (1987), quoted by Rolling Stone’s Greil Marcus at the 2013 School of Visual Arts commencement ceremony. Or, as artist Austin Kleon puts it, “you are mashup of what you let into your life,” and as beloved graphic designer Paula Scher has argued, our entire creative capacity is the sum total of all we’ve absorbed in our lived experience. (via explore-blog)
I enjoy my “little theatre”. I enjoy it a lot. I don’t need much TV.