It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions, the modern day equivalent of what one may have imagined as flipping through a book or a magazine…
A few years ago, probably about two of them to be exact, my mother moved up here to Hendersonville, North Carolina. I haven’t been here since I was 19 and I came for a visit on Friday after work in a very unplanned roadtrip from Tampa, Florida. Driving through took 9 hours split between two…
I’ll be honest here: I’ve been on a gif binge. 2016 is the year of the .gif, after all. I know too much to turn back, now! This year is becoming ideal. A beautiful combination of all that has made me happy in previous years, coming together to grow from a seed into a plant…
I am going to listen to Swans forever.
I like to live in this fantasy land and pretend art is my only love in this world and the driver of all of my decisions but at this point in my life at age 26, I’d be totally full of shit.
I care about having enough money to pay my bills and developing skills that are going to be growing in demand and surrounding myself with all these things that are so hard and exhausting that I cant even step outside and have a cup of tea with my creative side with a brush in hand.
No one knows what exactly another person goes through until you ask. Assuming that everyone is evil is letting evil win. This was so sweet to me. It made me cry.
Do you remember that mood you were in when you took that photo or posted that status update? That’s the point of it all, I thought. To capture some fleeting memory of a specific way you felt. That’s the point of applications such as instagram and Facebook and twitter. That’s the reason why humans do…
You. You are just standing there, and you feel weak. There are loud noise around you in echoes because you don’t want to feel the loneliness of quiet. Not today. It is abrasive and sounds like the banging of trashcans in the rain. Head hurts. Heart hurts. Eyes are dried open. No coffee today, just watching…
An adventure through millennial scum internet hell garbage through camicamirobot’s subversive digital renderings and other miscellaneous bullshit.
