Posted on Friday, December 18, 2009


last night i dreamt that the world had started to end. i was sitting in an old beaten up red car with a friend's dog. we were parked next to the sea and i noticed that the waves were getting bigger and the distance between them shorter. then the dog spoke and told me that we shouldn't stay so close to the sea, that we should make for higher ground. then the sky turned to a clouded mess of pink and grey. It started to open up and behind the clouds i saw a black sky ablaze with stars. fear set in. i looked around and there wasn't a person to be seen. i instinctively knew that me and this talking dog were the only souls left. so we got out of the car and started to make our way through the streets. the ground began to crack and i knew it was only a matter of time before i drowned. so me and the dog jump started a car and drove precariously through the abandoned streets. the dog wanted to go somewhere quiet to die. i wanted to go somewhere sacred. so i took us to the house i grew up in and we crawled into my childhood bed. the dog curled up in my arms. we lay there waiting. i could hear thunder above us. i could smell rain. but i felt content. i felt proud of the life i have lived so far. and i felt grateful to be able to choose where i die. so i pulled the covers up above us. and i fell asleep.

Posted on Saturday, December 05, 2009

bound by print and stitches
fabric tells tales in inches
the rags that turned to riches

dummies lined up along the wall
draped in threads and standing tall
playing dress up for us all

minimalistic and exclusive
androgynous and unobtrusive
a metropolis for the useless

names that never really stick
places that drip with all things hip
modernity is an ego trip