our old days of oak living

dudes

love of my life

letting the right one in

"lake of fire"

living up to all your clichés

maison

the way we roll

à la recherche du temps perdu

"We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison." Marcel Proust

"walk on"

bird eat bird (get better A O)

it's like a pine cone
except it's black and silver and very pretty
a window
a brave window
i mean your eyes shone
like like like
like lighthouses
sweaters, things that make you warm
your feet in sand sun shines on.
i have a lot of birds
seriously. i mean
birds that i keep in my house, and feed
(the floor is soft)
you have fucked up breathing patterns.
clay. train. mister. ganash.
go go go go go wait wait wait wait wait
sure there had been cats too,
in the lighthouse, in the morning,
steady.

all shades of you

snow and wine, we saved the daylight

most painless opening ever

tamar monhait and i had an opening for american blur, second round, now showing at nemo.
i was in a terrible mood when i got there, in the midst of working on three other shows, and all i wanted to do after closing the shop that night was to go home and hang out with the cats.
well, little did i know that it would turn out so easy and fun. tons of people showed up, most of them we didn't know, which felt both surreal and plain good.
and then there were all the friends...