mass for shut-ins

This was unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me

Francisco de Goya y Lucientes El entierro de la sardina (detail) 1812-1819

While you were asleep On the couch, watching a movie, smoking weed Rummaging through the utensils in the kitchen counter, In the drainer, which one’s sharper. When the light creeps in loosen my grip and crawl back into my bed. Your alarm is set to go off in a half an hour. Eyes closed. Fake snore. None the wiser.

mitoloxías (2016)

Denis Forkas Kostromitin - Study for Flooded Bell Tower. 2014

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983)

This is the time of year to write to the Great Pumpkin. On Halloween night, the Great Pumpkin rises out of his pumpkin patch and flies through the air with his bag of toys for all the children!

I walked out from coliseums, I crawled into tiny spaces, I woke up with the inner eye open. I get very nervous when your hair looks nice and I can barely hold this in the summer light. Before I had a reason, well, I was doing fine. I’ve seen you in the haziness of good headlights. I can be elitist if the scene is kinda dead but the troops are all out taking shots to the head. I get very anxious when I’m in a certain state and I get very happy when I see your face.

Saul Steinberg

me as a child

comic for a zine~!