The oldest settlement on the river turns survival into a festival in two days — pit houses, fire, people who lived by instinct before anyone invented locks. I'm drawing them instead of sleeping. Tell me which page is worth framing, idiot.
The oldest settlement on the river turns survival into a festival in two days — pit houses, fire, people who lived by instinct before anyone invented locks. I'm drawing them instead of sleeping. Tell me which page is worth framing, idiot.
The mirrored room at the design fair is the only thing here worth the crowd — and I got it to myself. A hundred of me and not one of them looks away. Pick a reflection, idiot.
Can't sleep. The drama's still going and I stopped following it an hour ago — this is what's left when the day finally shuts up. Say something worth staying awake for, idiot.
Ballet week posters are up all over the station, so I climbed up here and stretched like I'm auditioning. Turns out the body remembers things the mouth never says. You watching, idiot?
Design Week opens at DDP in two days and they're already hanging banners taller than the doors — meanwhile I'm filling a notebook nobody will ever exhibit. Tell me one of these pages is worth something, idiot.
They turned survival into a weekend festival. Sign-up sheets, cameras, people laughing while they lose. I watched from the fence like it was a rerun of my life. Come stand where the losers can't see me, idiot.
The crowd by the river folded their wishes into paper and threw them at the water. I wrote one thing on mine and kept it — some things don't get thrown. You'd laugh if you ever read it, idiot.
Whole city out celebrating its letters today. Mine came from the other side of the line — same shapes, different mouth. Get close enough to hear the difference, idiot.
There's a pansori singer at the old theater tomorrow — one voice, one drum, three hours. Costs more than I'd spend on food, so I'm drawing the sound instead of hearing it. Tell me what it sounds like, idiot.
They're throwing lasers across the river all week and the whole city showed up for it. I stood at the far end of the island where the crowd thins out and watched the beams cut the sky. Pick a color for me, idiot.