If you had a machine to record the images from your dreams, what do you think it would be like? The machine, the experience of replay, or both? Because we can do that now.
Posts Tagged ‘devices’
I met Pound on the bench where I eat lunch, on the plaza that connects my office tower to three others. Nothing on that plaza is accidental other than my encounter with Pound. Pound wore a hoodie that day. No one wears a hoodie in the telecom district–no one who eats lunch on the plaza. [...]
I used to use darkrooms for photography, and one thing I got from that was knowing the length of thirty seconds. When are you the most aware of time slipping by?
I decided to try something different today. I’ve been playing with pastels, and my wind-up clock, which has been showing the same time for the past two years, was willing to sign a model release.
You might give your keys to one person but hope a certain other person has a j-hook. Do you articulate everything you want, or do you leave it to others to be daring with you? Which is more exciting?
One of my best friends put it something like this, “The next morning, my outgoing message list breaks my heart.” Tell me about your drunk text experiences.
I’m told there is a variation of Rochambeau that includes rock, paper, scissors, and hundreds of other objects. The number of rules to remember must be impossible. What is a game you’d rather make up as you go along than play?
Have you ever met a person who talks like fireworks? He keeps speaking, excitedly, while I am following the trail of that one thought from five seconds ago, the other explosions all around it, some glowing on its smoke, until it is gone. Happy St-Jean Baptiste Day, Montreal.