sometimes i like it when things go undocumented.
i was thinking today about a cartooning class i took when i was twelve or thirteen. it was at a university downtown, where me and my friend chris would be dropped off each saturday morning. i was just old enough to comprehend the potential of a city-- the scale, the variety, the strangeness. and i
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back then, i was concentrating more on whiffle ballism and duran duranism, haha.
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there are certain undocumented events in my life that live on through a hodge-podge of affect, consequence, romance and embellishment. my brain is an inexact instrument, assembling whatever evocations it can to keep these moments alive. i like photos albums and home videos as much as the next guy. but sometimes those foggy, half-assed brain chimeras really do the trick.
I couldn't agree more. I sometimes get all tripped up in reality but foggy, half-assed brain chimeras are really were art comes from and good writing.
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