it sits well, too.



These looked like they could be kiwi.
but they were too firm to try
and some guy in a pickup truck in an alley refused to drive
and just watched me.
i didn't feel right eating random growths from trees in front of strangers.

the bottom tree is unrelated besides the fact that it also stimulated awe in me.



One man's trash is another man's treasures.
i wouldn't even change the placement...
AND it comes with wood to build with.

those are the materials,

and this is a mock-up.
a little bit of paint goes a long way. I do hope this mural will be done when i get back. I do want to sit in a fake cafe in the far corner of the space, next to the screen print and the window with no glass pane.
I have been filming and documenting things with photographs. I refuse to be ashamed of carrying around a camera any more. There are too many of those moments that pass that I don't want to not have a camera for. Like a body-shy person's butt crack.






Somehow I have been thrown into my dream come true. And I don't get it. I just don't get it.
It makes me strained and discombobulated.
I am suddenly all-powerful, but somehow restricted. I know that self I can possibly be, and somehow, seriously, SOMEHOW, it got lost.
Getting back to that track is even funkier. I found it- but then my stick broke.

so all i have left are some pictures of some moments that passed