Winter..

And it's cold as fuck.

Place's packed

Culver City (2009)

There are so many people in the world.
When I was a kid I heard that everyone's fingerprints are different. We all share the same number of chromosomes. I wonder what's really true sometimes.

Body science: When I get bored I'll drink a lot of coffee and open windows. When I'm cold I'll double-up on my socks, though I could never manage to wear them to sleep.

Someone once told me a story,

It was about how much he hated that when he was staying in Germany (I'm not sure which part), people refused to clean up their dog's shit. One day he sees this woman and she's picking up after her dog with a newspaper.

He says,

"Thank you. You're the first person I've seen pick up after their pet."

She stared at him funny, like, maybe she doesn't understand. Then she takes the crap filled newspaper and throws it in the vending device.

At that point he'd had enough, I think.

Adams, Los Angeles (2009)

"Best live show fuckin' ever, dude."

The Weekend

Jamsil, Seoul (2011)

I watched way too many zombie films.

GIM

Gangnam, Seoul (2011)

"Chorro?"

150 Bus Stop, Gyeongju (2011)

"Show it to your family."

Dude's 85 years old.

Nothing Ever Happens

Red, Yangnam, ROK (2011)

It's been a really long time since I read the bible. I don't pretend to really know anything. But I do. The last books I read were MAUS I and II. Graphic novels- So you understand what I'm working with.

If everything in heaven is the achievement of everything you've ever sought in life, or the inverse of that (which would probably get you into heaven easier- To seek nothing- to live contently with nothing), then I still don't understand how it could be that great. People say, "all we know is the physical. and at some points in our life we make contact with the spiritual." I think that's true on some level for everyone. but to say that we can't conceive the greatness of a thing that is not physical is really just an old excuse- because it's the only thing we really know for sure. Only something unimaginably good is better than this tangible thing or another.

I can't talk to flowers. or a dog. or water. so I'm definitely incapable of speaking to a star. but then, maybe these are things I can do when I go to heaven. I honestly don't want to talk to an old ass star.

It's all matter. And what's not? I don't know.

It's like, "I don't know what I'm talking about. But I can't possibly know. and that's the magical part." I'm not sold.