Spent the afternoon looking at Warhol's pictures of men eating bananas and each other . There was an 80s portrait of Basquiat wearing what I swear looked exactly like a Reserve tie
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I was just outside taking pictures of trees with twisted limbs, and children clinging like koalas to the legs of mothers I am realizing myself in the landscape, the dampness of the cold earth, warm in places. My thoughts, nascent poke through a subterranean womb- fist-first.