X...

as in my ex-social media site.

(Dedicated to my dear friend ₘₐdₘₒᵢₛₑₗₗₑ. Yep, she's escaped. Respect and I miss you.)

To paraphrase author William Faulkner,
'I can't... I just have to...'

Her spirit needs to be carried forward.

Lauri Carleton
❤️

Rob Klippel I set my iPhone on the Lock Screen 3 years ago.

Rob Klippel I took you at your word. I've been recusing animals.

Orange summer. San Jose, Ca.

Rob Klippel Walead Beshty explains that “a meandering set of questions found a kind of form within an art context for me.”

Walead Beshty

Walead Beshty ships glass boxes in FedEx boxes to create sculptures.

Sounds great. Can I come over?

I shall name you X.

Watch me be a genius...

1. Grossly overpay for something then change everything about it.

2. Realize that you could have just made your own something for virtually nothing.

3. Call it Twitter X.

Guns blow doors to the system
Yeah fuck 'em when we say we're not with them
We're solid and we don't need to kick them
This is North, South, East, and Western

youtu.be/r-Nw7HbaeWY

Twitter
...

Marcel Duchamp
Fountain, 1917

Today he'd draw a mustache on it.

(L.H.O.O.Q. 'Elle a chaud au cul')

Twitter has turned into a summer camp on Devil's Island... complete with a idiot warden.

Like the summer camps of youth, you eventually make friends anyway, the camp ends, and everyone says their sad goodbyes.

We move on.

Carl Orff
Streetsong
(Gassenhauer)

youtu.be/12HOIwCFtbU

We don't wanna belong
We said all along
We just wanna be, left alone

youtu.be/qkx5xrGynWY
📷 Engin Akyurt