Today I went to Hallas Park and painted under my pine tree. These are artisan spray paints, whose damn tips never work and always seem to disappear. I have almost no control of the medium, which I suppose is what the paintings are about. I went grocery shopping after that, picked up some espresso-infused cheese and persimmons. Next I stopped by the music store to put some effects on sale. Vic showed me the studio space upstairs, which is magical and also doesn’t exist on Instagram. He doesn’t yet know but he’ll be a co-lead in the feature film I’m producing. Porter told me some stories about Miles Davis. My studio at the Depot had materials I left outside and in the lobby accumulated outside my door, a clear sign they need to be taken away. Tomorrow, I’ll put them in storage but not until I email Kathleen to tell her it will be taken care of soon. Tomorrow is also the day rent checks are due. Earlier in the day I saw my friend Katie, who works at the coffee shop. I told her the famous Big Ben quote, of Steelers lore. And, as she has a feeding tube now going into her nose, I told her it’s actually quite fashionable since Dune is still in the theaters. Cheers Collegewood, cheers. I’ll see you out there.
It’s better to share than shame.
I create culture for imaginary people because I don’t have real people to share culture with.