8 april 2025
story #2: on ending a transaction in space
behind the photo dark room--or in front of, depending on your perspective of the building or its more interesting purpose or point of entry--and how can we even begin to think of right and left--there is a little grocery store selling middle eastern goods. i've noticed some people in this town, or ones associated with the photo dark room, when orienting someone to their own space, call this the arabic market, which is not something we called it, two hours south and a small jaunt west. they sell large plastic jars of olives and spices in hard very translucent plastic bags and breads made on site and red lentils in bulk and meat in the back. and they sell dates in boxes.
i wanted to buy a box of dates but there were many varieties and none of them had prices, which i am forced to acknowledge is one shortcut i use to make difficult and meaningless decisions, even now, when i am making a decent salary, but then again i've never made any salary before so it's a bit hard to speak of norms of decency. in an adjacent aisle, young men were talking about their mercedes cars and how to distinguish between one model and another. these young men knew the prices of the different mercedes cars, as i did not of the boxes of dates, and this described a clear hierarchy of their cars et (i suspect) cetera. i could see how it can be helpful to organize the world this way. some knew a lot of information on the differences between cars that was both substantially meaningless and simultaneously integral to the value of cars. i waited for a while approximately near the register, although not too adamantly as i continued to look for some small exciting thing i never would have thought of, at the front of the store in the back or front of the building, approaching the end, unwilling to commit too soon to the finality of the impending transaction, while the young men continued their conversation--sometimes to my right as i looked at the little shelves below the cash register, sometimes to my left as i looked at the gilded tea cups once behind and now in front of me. eventually one of them broke off, apologizing while i waved it off. i paid $4.25 for a box of dates. now i am thinking i could have aimed higher.
9 april 2025
story #3: no longer interested
i thought i would write about the mess of old fishing line hung on the wall in the gallery and called, beautifully, "penis 1."