When I took this picture the attendant asked me what I was taking a picture of.
I said “The dumpster, I think it looks nice.”
He said “If you say so,” in the very most patient way. It felt earnest, laughing at me in a grandfatherly sort of way.
Why do we make art?
Is it so everybody will like it?
Is it so anybody will like it?
Is it so nobody will like it?
I have no real intention of ever checking the readership of this blog, or advertising it in any way. I might figure out a way to print it out so I can look at it without the aid of light emitting diodes, but that’s the extent of it, really.
Capitalism has demanded we make content, hustle on the side and on the front and the back, too. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasizied about this being published in some way that helped me pay my mortgage, but if you told me right now that that would never, happen, I’d still post tomorrow.
I said “The dumpster, I think it looks nice.”
He said “If you say so,” in the very most patient way. It felt earnest, laughing at me in a grandfatherly sort of way.
Why do we make art?
Is it so everybody will like it?
Is it so anybody will like it?
Is it so nobody will like it?
I have no real intention of ever checking the readership of this blog, or advertising it in any way. I might figure out a way to print it out so I can look at it without the aid of light emitting diodes, but that’s the extent of it, really.
Capitalism has demanded we make content, hustle on the side and on the front and the back, too. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasizied about this being published in some way that helped me pay my mortgage, but if you told me right now that that would never, happen, I’d still post tomorrow.
...probably...
