UnSpecialArt

May 09

working on an exhaustive list of intrinsic goods since we last spoke

“a lot of people look at me and smile

because they can tell i’m thinking about dancing”

a delight

when written under a pic:

my beard and teeth

Mar 15

on the first day of class, i, the teacher, walk in, let my giant textbook slam against the podium, take off my jacket, revealing my undershirt, a shiny yellow muscle T. i drop to the floor and began doing push ups—the class: silent—one hour and 19 minutes goes by. i stand up, look thirty people in the eyes at once, a bead of sweat crawls down my forehead.

“you’ve been schooled.”

then i walk out of the room as the bell rings—jacket slung over my shoulder.