I'm here, in downtown L.A.;
home of pee sunshine, La Marzocco expresso machines,
a mass of bats, and staggering life.
I spend most of my time up on the 12th floor of the Rosslyn Hotel,
painting or drawing or obsessively checking email,
and wondering what I'm gonna gather to eat in a few hours.
I'm a believer in practice.
Absurd, I found the fantasy, and it's deliciously complex,
as I look to record the grotesque and the gorgeous.
Binary thought is narrow,
but can be the bones of something true.
So these are some scraps for fleshing.
We're all lost in our bubble phantasms, overlapping,
coloring each others days with glances and comments.
I simply want to keep from forgetting, it all goes so fast.
