The unease behind the thin veil of happy...

i was in the subway yesterday. there was Santa and two ttc workers dressed like elves. they were taking instant pictures of people with Santa. lots of people got one. i got one. the little kid before me cried the whole times. it was, apparently, terrifying to her. she was also only wearing one shoe. (off-screen: man yells, "FUUUUUUUUCK. SIX. MORE. MINUTES." referencing the listed wait time until the next train.) still, i thought the whole thing was kind of nice. people rarely give anything for free, but it seems especially so at Christmas time.


after the Kodak moment i walked down the platform to catch my train. OH: two subway workers: "yeah, they thought suicide at first, but then went back and looked at the cameras. no, pushed." somehow nice moments always feel like a thin veneer masking dark times.

I was going to post a picture about a pretty little bird i found dead in on a side street, but a van came and ran it over splat...

This picture is the real...

And this one is faked...

... but sometimes i feel like i am actually the other way around.

Book Letters

was looking at copy of The Catcher in the Rye that i 'accidentally' forgot to return in high school. found hand written inscription on the inside back cover that i never noticed before:

To the person who reads this,

Dear person,

This book is a great book if you like to swear a lot or listen to people get put down, but if you don't like reading at all try listening to some heavy rock while smoking a joint or popping acid and really get into it. Not the drugs but the music, well a little of both.

Yours truly,
Me[sp?] The Rocker.

PS- My name isn't really The Rocker it's Frank. So keep writing these he[page ripped] letters. Okay. So I[page ripped] catch you latter(sic). "AY!"

It rained a lot today...

drip, drop, drip, drop...

Bottle'o'pop

yum----------------------------->

City night...

Two wrongs don't make a right...