_squashed melon

the fruit on the sidewalk thing started a year and a half ago with a basket of strawberries rolling down broadway. since iv’e seen a pineapple on the beach in santa monica, random tomatoes in tel aviv and s tutti fruti mix in bangkok. this one’s right by my house in jerusalem.

_over exposed

the rain here isn’t sad like the rain in jerusalem. it’s big and warm and dirty.

_still life in bangkok

last time i was here i ate the banana. it tasted like sperm. this time i didn’t even unwrap the fruit.

_rearview mirror

_you probably think this is about you

the evening is teenage angst

the morning could go either way

_it gives me great pleasure to introduce

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been thinking about patterns and repetition.

how similar we all are. how a revolution is just another turn of the wheel.

how far people travel just so they can say, this is just like that. this is so different.

_this little piggy

so much sadness still left in the corners i neglected.

changing in and out of myself,

i progress like a caterpillar

scrunching myself up so i can gain another inch.

_weeeee all the way home

i finally cracked and ate the japanese treats i bought in takashimaya. individually wrapped to look like little people, they were too perfect to eat. but i was craving salty. and crunchy. now my craving is satisfied and there’s a little pile of cellophane kimonos lying on the table.

_my shrigley