My brother calls, says, “Bring a razor the next time you visit mom. She wants her mustache shaved.”

One of our campsites was at the end of a hostile run of unpaved road.

give people less access to my life. I am interested in the intersection between all the public / interaction we have in private & the paradoxes which exist because of this divide in logic & / space.

When I was very young, we used VCRs. Soon after, of course, we switched to laserdiscs before DVDs, and so on and so forth, but even today, that original machine is still familiar to me.

<i> O say, pharisee, by the lamp’s failing light </i>