just went to a brooklyn nets game and sat in the nosebleeds—it was postmodern experience. you see the whole court and all the tiny heads below and you feel big, like god, watching down on them. feels like the end of the movie when they zoom out and break the fourth wall, but it’s for the entire game. highly recommend. plus, tyra banks was there, sandwiched between two furries—very postmodern.
it’s like free associative brain illuminations. i feel like rimbaud, taking my little notes when there’s a good movie on the tv. i’m like superman. i take my little notes and i dont care how they look because you flip over the page and you never have to look at it again. it’s like throwing a page in your laundry basket, you don’t have to look at it until it’s laundry day and you're sorting them into lights and darks and occasionally you see a little doodle and you’re reminded of god and poptarts and suddenly act one makes sense again.
