Face \ Facade

Pixelated screens, heavily smoked. The walls I face – pale blue, pale grey. No complaints about the chair I rode, just the dread of death’s timely arrival for slay. The word ‘face’ looks so very alike to ‘facade’. Everything in black and white, (even) everything already blurry starts to fade. They do not go out…

Design A Man \ what bullshit

He will sing Billy Joel’s Just The Way You Are, and as he sings it he means every word of it. “No need pretense, no need to try to work that hard”. My lowly maintained states can sweep him off his feet. He will follow me, or bring me, to art museums – local ones,…