Sometimes you don’t have a lot to say. Sometimes you just have some photos. Sometimes you keep it all inside like a note in a bottle. Photos can be worth a lot of words. I put out some more folk love crosses. I put out a couple signs. I walked beside the interstates. Interstate travel on foot is an invigorating endeavor. I-85 I-285 I-20 I-75. Hitchhikers. Tag-a-longs. Georgia 400. The wind in my beard. I drove over blue glass. I dropped my screws. I held them between my lips like metal cigarettes. I feel compelled to share. But why?
I am going through a lot. I am going through nothing. Sometimes I feel lost inside my own home. I tried to speak to you but you laughed. You asked me where I was from. You tried to belittle me in front of your friends. This paint won’t dry.
The East Atlanta Strut is September 15th. I will be there. I will not belittle you.