‘Merica

My generation wages a quasi-war via satellite, clad in pajamas and happily full of genetically modified food. The generation before us survives the weekend, drunken and smelling of cannabis. In a gas station somewhere, a woman snaps at a worker. They both just want to go home, one to the television and one to the […]

dystopias, also bad art

Concept: It’s the end of the world. I am one of the few people in the world aware of this fact, and I lack sufficient funds to draw awareness or to display the evidence properly. The universe is falling, humanity is drawing its last breath, and I am horrifically aware. I am eating a sandwich […]