Time Lapse

Although I have man­aged to repeat­edly kill my buzz with dark crit­i­cisms of my edu­ca­tion for the past few days (years), I must say that I am fly­ing right now. Things are look­ing beau­ti­ful for this show. It is all com­ing together and bloom­ing its deep col­ors and scents. Oh, man.

The credit for this eupho­ria is gladly given to my lovely com­pan­ions whose warm bod­ies dance and swirl in the floodlight.

(time lapse of thirty-two hours)

(dis­sen­sion into the deep)

There have been many com­pli­ca­tions with devices for the audio pieces, but it all has worked itself out (via the kind hearts and will­ing hands of my dear friends) and the fittest boldly sit like naked chil­dren on pedestals in the gallery. They have force fields of good-will. How I love them.

Now I just feel sort of sick and ter­ri­fied of the things to come. And I don’t even mean the open­ing, I wish it were that demar­cated. Maybe then we could dis­pel it. It is breath­ing its warm breath on our faces and it won’t even cush­ion my bones with sound.

But there is Extra-Dark choco­late at work, so there’s that.

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  1. i am so proud of you guys. i can hardly breathe.

    Comment by jennabee — March 20, 2007 #

  2. 80% dark and man was it good.

    Comment by Matthew — March 20, 2007 #

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