those analog clocks post processed photos those tools those techniques
the scarcastic undertones the colours that can whisper sing shout generate excite and can measure depth of field with coffee and complexity. those measurments of dandruff that predict the baby boomers are turning grey.
It blows my mind. Man, it moves me.
Those Africans we emmulate the over privledged we mock the primary colors we take for granted the imagination we lost.
It's the tall tales we ignore and the dogs we chain up the posion we abuse the theatrics of everyday the eccentricity we lack
It is these things These things that blow my mind.