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'it's getting late and now I want to be alone'...

pieces and snippets of the now to weave together

BELLY : sleepins snuggles sourdough french toast windy dead of night walks down sleet city street mocha rather than hot chocolate or coffee

EYES Ingar Bergman consistently beautiful narrative that causes heads to reel and bodies to jolt outta this reality into his beautiful intense journey - after death where does homeless love go?

EARS street art / graf / stencil / paste ups - longevity, legitimate, little by little infiltrating subculture. Post street art? post post? Commerce vs. Art. Gallery vs. Underground. Done to death vs Coming up Roses.

AGENDA pumpkin soup writing tying up ends napier hotel dinner editing phone calls to china making house making
PONDER: pretty twist of events, how laughter resonates louder than ever and why there is this stupid smile on my face and how I ever got so fuckin lucky. .

the then the now