I don’t know what I am wanting at five. I’m not sure five-year-olds even know what “grew up” means. Probably I want a cookie. I do remember, a deer costume, but an actually-become-a-deer costume.
Dry. I am near an incandescent light bulb and I can feel the heat on my face. There is a smell of airbourne particulate. I can feel the heat coming through the bottoms of my shoes. The sweat evaporates, I don’t realize I am dehydrating. But it is the 1990s, and there is still an ozone layer. Not Portland, OR.
We are sitting at a table at Cafe Copioh (Las Vegas, NV) as Mike does the closing routine. Orit is showing me a card trick.
is not (a) race. -Ken Lee
i am already doing, but with specific other people. One of us needs a plane or a boat. Soon.
to needles, and pain, and bleeding. No place. There is no place I would put it. People should write on paper and sometimes buildings. I can’t take tattoo people seriously, and wearers of shorts. I can’t take you seriously.
Sketch over campus map by dc, Pi-Des.
told me I didn’t need her class.
I can’t know if upon seeing Laszlo Kiss (architect) in the street if I would punch him in the face, or invite him for drinks. What do you do to a person who fucked your chances at grad school? I mean in a way it opened up other routes for me. Stubbins for sure, I would not have been at Stubbins if I went to grad school in 1990-ish. But he (Laszlo) fucked me pretty good with that one bad grade. And then they (Ohio State) didn’t ask him back to teach again. Or maybe he chose not to come back to Ohio. People do that. Choose not to go back to Ohio. He did invite me to see his Soho studio (when I contacted him in NYC) and to guest crit at Parsons. So Karma speaking, I think we are golden/even. I would probably still ask him to drink with me. He taught me high modernism in like 5 minutes. That is not nothing.
am death. We covered this in an earlier prompt. Have no fear. I am death.
(sketch, Primitive Hut 7 by dc, Pi-Des 2025)
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