Jealous of Yourself

I feel like a highway architect. I make roads. I illustrate routes. Then I build them for my friends to ride on. (I don't go anywhere).

Some kind of fucked-up magic cartography at work here. Admire me for my parachutes. My rationing of food, my survival instinct. Let's put it this way: would you rather have a fabulous escape plan, or have no need to abandon ship in the first place?

I make award-winning lifeboats. I never pull into port.

1 comment:

Bobo said...

you liked great yesterday. wanna go to saks and or the folk art museum this afteynoon?