That Daggum Green Light
I remember completing a weeks-long project with my friend Mackenzie that involved green Christmas lights shoved through a tri-fold display board.
I remember completing a weeks-long project with my friend Mackenzie that involved green Christmas lights shoved through a tri-fold display board.
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.
That night I called my parents and tried to make it sound like I was having fun, when I really just wanted a dry place to sleep and a few moments to myself.
And you know what? I regret nothing.
It’s comforting really, to know that even our greatest achievements will blend into the soil that others will stand on.
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
Picture a croissant but folded into a crown shape and coated with coarse sugar that carmelizes over the already crispy exterior.
There are lots of things in cities that we don’t notice until they go wrong.
Viewers are treated to close-ups of dripping jam & sizzling onions, as well as an interlude in which the two protagonists play a comical game of badminton.
I spend eons meticulously rotating the rack and considering which postcard could be catered to each of my friends.