An ongoing dreamlike monologue structured into two episodes of weaving narrative, where "clarity seems right around the corner" (D, Martin-McCormic), backed by avante-garde composer Blue Gene Tyranny I will speak about this album every chance I get for the rest of my life 🫶🏻
Editing clothing gets me away from digital neuroses and back into the material, unstitching and seeing how something is folded in on itself to function. I discovered this subtle little utensil long ago on a summer internship at a theater company in the Berkshires in the costume shop. I'd trade music recs with the ladies for time spent on the serger (ruining several great t-shirts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'd scored at a local thrift) but the seam ripper really stuck—and careful because it sure can: ouch! Without context, it's hard to place and intriguing; you find it in an dusty old a drawer wonder what it's used for. Itchy tag? Seam ripper. Dated collar? Seam ripper. Ugly hem? You get the idea. Seam ripper tattoo? Hmmm...
there’s comfort knowing that 1) we could ideally communicate with each other in spite of language and 2) there is a symbol for any & every sound you can utter … 3) I’m obsessed with accents
