Do you ever think about all the people who would have no idea if you died? All your mutuals that don’t know your first or last name who would never see or hear anything about you getting hit by a bus or something. You’d just drop off the face of the earth and people who liked you but aren’t close to your life you would never find out why.
Harry Holland (British, b. 1941), Car Park, 1985. Charcoal on paper, 67 x 67 cm.
..this isn’t happening
FREDRIK VÆRSLEV, Untitled, 2011
12 monkeys time machine
She thinks she missed the train to mars
She’s out back counting stars…
was further out than you thought
but out to sea
slipped off the boat we bought
water water everywhere
but nowhere a drop to drink
i’m floating wrinkling uncomfortable
i’m sinking and sinking and sink