if i had the money i’d book a room in the royal york and we can stay at nuit blanche till just after the last train leaves. and we can spend the rest of the night together, the two of us, in the city. under its electric lights and shadows.
if i had the money i’d book a room in the royal york and we can stay at nuit blanche till just after the last train leaves. and we can spend the rest of the night together, the two of us, in the city. under its electric lights and shadows.
a little late on the wave, but an interesting read.
took the scenic route to work today.
i do love this city.
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i need to go punch something.
fucking tired of pretending to be cheerful to everyone at the end of 12+ hour days.
— of which four hours are absolutely wasted in commuting to/from downtown— because i just can’t fucking master the art of reading or doing something productive or even sleeping on a moving bus+train+subway.
Ken Price, Venus, 2000. Photo by Fredrik Nilsen, courtesy of LACMA.
Me: So, one of the leaders gave me some new work today…
Evan: Which one, Perkins or Will?
Hyper-Matrix created by media artist group : J o n p a s a n g
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