Yep, that’s a deliriously happy face graffiti’d onto the side of a dumpster.
Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.
But…
Category: Insights
Post no ills
It wasn’t a completely conscious process, but the world and everything in it has grown increasingly beautiful since April Fool’s Day, 1994 — the last day of my Microsoft tenure and the first day of… I’m still not sure what. Amazing what happens when you stop seeking the ugliness, stop cleverly attacking it and the people it attracts, stop praising yourself for your cleverness.
Can I Function Without It?
Sometimes I wonder, which parts are me and which have been bestowed upon me by some arbitrary process or event, parts which are momentarily useful but, in the long term, become a distraction, or potentially lethal, like the appendix surgeons removed when I was five, moments before it killed me.
Pix to Words 