vanity project that this is i've been trying to use it as an impetus to write, as a forced discipline where if i tell myself i need to, for a few days or a week in a row i'll write every night. then things close up and i can't.
the radio silence doesn't mean i'm brimming with stuck words, more that i’m so busy or confused or dark that there aren’t extra words. mostly that i’m so busy in a journey that i don’t have time to write a postcard.
not a journey, something less intentional, a forced trip or tagging along on other people’s trips. the postcard would read dear so and so, wish you were here, not sure where that is.
potential application for kool aid man to improve the art of white people: whenever white persons (or the privileged in general) get all abject/dejected/ponderous in their art, bust through the wall and start kicking people's asses.
examples:
1) the double suicide scene in Romeo and Juliet.
2) the film As Good As It Gets (many scenes; kool aid man should probably bring a flamethrower).
3) the film or novel Requiem for a Dream (many scenes).
4) The Jose Gonzalez cover of Heartbeats.
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