Wake in the morning. Turn off your TV. Curtains up. Clap hands. Black.


photographs from riding the rails

If only good theater were contagious, I could infect you all. Spread a dramatic virus, upstaging all your favourite shows, something like American politics, but without all the going-down-in-flames. A new world order, literate, thick with allegory, better than video games.

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