Val and I spent the morning lying around in a pile of industrial thread scraps at PS1. Allegedly there are gold necklaces in there that you can dig for and then keep, if you find them, but why would you do that when instead you can roll around and enjoy being in the pile? Typically I try to avoid big obvious metaphors, but I will make an exception if they’re comfortable.
If you can find my face and hand sticking out of the thread in the top photo you have a very good eye!
A full day later, I am still thinking about this giant pile of thread. And I’m also still thinking about how we didn’t even bother to check out the 9/11 exhibit two floors up because we were too busy rolling around in this Comfy Pile of Happiness. Team Lazy, indeed.
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Val and I sang this song standing on the deck of the ferry today. Highly recommended. The only thing better would be to do it in full costume. A gay dude gave me a knowing smirk as we disembarked, I think we were pretty loud
You have to be loud when you sing Babs. We did it just right.
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