Category Archives: Autobiographical.
I’m an old man in a Victorian prison cell with a tiny brown mouse. I’ve grown a long, tangled beard. The mouse has begun a campaign of writing me notes using the scraps of paper I have collected. He dips … Continue reading
Got a Canon LIDE 220 scanner for scanning drawings and other flat objects I can fit between it’s jaws. A big advantage over having to stage photographs of things. Which was a tremendous drag. Full spectrum light and quality cameras … Continue reading
“You stole my attention for 10 seconds. I spent it staring at your ass. Now, I’m going to steal 10 of your seconds, and you’re going to spend them afraid and confused.” Memorable thought. I get short bursts of sleep … Continue reading
About to leave the house after sparking up an old hard drive and pulling some old music off it. Gathering my things, army jacket, bike helmet, wallet, keys, etc… I stop and look at the wall at a drawing I … Continue reading
I’ve had this dream before. But, it wasn’t fresh to me until I was in the process of having the dream. The lead up to the body of it was different. I receive a piece of mail in my mailbox that says I am … Continue reading
I’ve moved to a new part of town. The move makes it feel like I’ve moved to a new city completely. A place that I don’t recognize at all. Tremblings of doubt when I’m riding home after work. “Is this … Continue reading
A map of three public deaths with circumstances that teeter on the edge of being lost to time. Retained only by the recollections and investigations of third-parties. John Simon Ritchie (a.k.a Sid Vicious) dies in 63 Bank Street, Lower Manhattan, … Continue reading