Declaration
the neon glow
from last night's party
still stains the rooftop
I don’t know why but I’ve always found the city’s light pollution oddly inspiring, as if we’re waging war on the darkness itself.
the neon glow
from last night's party
still stains the rooftop
I don’t know why but I’ve always found the city’s light pollution oddly inspiring, as if we’re waging war on the darkness itself.
poolside visions
reflect off her building
and into my office
In a city full of shining metal and glass, the reflections are near-infinite. With the right angle, you can see around corners and catch a whole other world in the mirror.
someone else's cat
brings a dead mouse to your door
and performs the ritual
As a teenager I lived in a homestead surrounded by endless forest, filled with all kinds of strange and wild animals. My neighbour’s housecat was the strangest of all.
an errant post-it
falls from a penthouse window:
"buy eggs!"
Yoko Ono once had an art piece where you climb a ladder and look at a tiny piece of note paper stuck to the ceiling, only to discover it simply says “Yes!”.