I Spy Kansas City

Found via Fold Object. 

Some Notes

"The century concludes on the motif of the imossibility of subjective novelty and the comfort of repetition. This motif has a categorical name: obession. THe century ends with the obession of secuirety, under the dominance of the following, rather abject maxim: It's really not that bad being where you are already; it is and has been, worse elsewhere. Yet precisely what was most alive in the last hundred years placed itself, in the wake of Freud, under the sign of a devasting hysteria: What novelty have you to show us? Of what are you the creator?" --Alain Badiou, The Century

"my easgerness to wander in search of everything, which, I am confident, keeps me in mysterious commnication with other open beings, as if we were suddenly called to assemble. I would like my life to leave after it no other murmur than that of a watchman's song, of a song to while away the waiting. Independent of what happens and what does not happen, the wait itself is magnificent" - Andre Breton, Mad Love (1937)

A Minute

It is cold out and the snow is brushing along the streets gently pressed along by the wind. I love how quite the corner is. i  hear only some loose metal singing slowly swaying back and forth. This is a novelty here where typically you hear music born not of new york city streets but of Caribbean islands and cars honking and reeving. 

It is also dark in my apartment and it is a rare moment when everyone has already fallen asleep.

It is so warm in here the window is cracked and the smell of snow is wafting across my bare red and steamy shoulders. I should be more concerned about the tips of my hair freezing. 

I suppose I should mention the new year. I want to tie my tongue in knots and roll my eye balls backwards and twist my fingers into painful contortions because never have i ever dreaded such a new years task as this. 

I am miserable because my tone has swam away from me and control meandered for a walk. I have always been lost so to pretend this is something new would be disingenuous, but I have always had an excuse to be doing what had presently presented itself.  For the first time I am not sure if anything monumental has changed except I have learned more of how things are made in factories by many strange hands. I am the opposite of an artist. the multitude of people touching.

Turkey Day

Comics as Fortune Tellers

One of my besties is leaving New York soon. There will instantly be a drop in the quantity of quality hugs I partake in. I've been so lucky to live near so many close friends- it is honestly the most appealing part of living here. 

A Lovely Watercolor Book

Book By Artist Rop Van Mierlo  

Via  Fine Little Day 

Pretty Things

Fredun Shapur via Present & Correct