Your posture is that of a man who has traveled time to this place; and here in the company of new friends you had almost tricked yourself into thinking you could leave the atramentous and hungry structures of eternity behind for just a little while. For the course of what might equal just one human lifetime.
Still you know it is a fools errand, to find peace in this place.
So here you are, at an event where people have come to celebrate the eternity of human consciousness when your dream decides to lay down and breathe a finite breath.
Across the room obscured from all, your nemesis emerges; he is shapeless and almost non existent to those who do not know him. To you he is clear as day, and in the blackest of nights you realize one thing; everyone here is going to die.
(Basically you have an ultra aware throw down posture so I wrote this on account of it)
-J Michael Figgs
YO that was super dope thanks man! I've been having a rough week so that was really cool.
I'll catch you on the foldy flaps!
-John Kovalsky
This was a brief email correspondence between one John Fon Kovalsky and myself. Can you spot him in the photo based on his posture?
This was taken in the art gallery on 305 Knowlton Street circa 2015 I believe.
