That time I was in an Uber and put a cigarette out in my pack, and it caught on fire. But now it’s you, me, Elvis Presley, and probably an alien in Vegas. You no longer look like yourself, and we don’t really talk anymore. I am here at the bar, listening to Miley Cyrus. We can’t stop, and we won’t stop. So la-da-di-da-di, we like to party. Doing whatever we want because why not?
R U MISSING? The pavement mirror, default ink-jet printers, going commando, a seamless gradient. My mind is topical, and I don’t want you to see me like this. ARE YOU UP? Between two breaths, wet hand, several words, A thing which fades with no outward sins. Chasing meaningful memories of you for when you still believed in me. You’re always moving your mouth, but I don’t like what comes out.
This all really happened to me.
Forgive me, because I knew what I was doing. A shower, beer, and inkjet printers. There’s something about the South, the way they say yard. It’s different, like its memory pretext acreage. Mirrors and carpet in the smoking area. #experimentalvideo #typography #experimentalart
MIRROR DEFAULT
Somewhere on this earth, an NPC is making dinner and running to the corner store to play his numbers and pick up cigarettes. Men are competitive by nature, and understanding love is a currency capable of leaving you holding a ticket you never wanted to buy. Was this all just a rehearsal for everything we won’t do? My boy of the minute, the nice guy, and a bad feeling. You have to be careful of the nice guy. The nice guy is the greatest model actor you will ever know. They will create a world for you to live in where everything is okay, but it’s not okay. A landscape of romantic ambiance and love during business hours. But it’s okay. Its okay because today is the last day in my body. I tattoo my neck. Why won’t you release me from this sequence of impossibility that only results in a performative ruse? Duality lost from three clicks of my gas station lighter. But I am to blame because I use you as a substitute for love.
I’m excited to share the launch of HARD RETURN — a new gallery and project space based in Chicago.
HARD RETURN is a space for experimentation, conversation, and collision, where art, writing, and performance overlap in unexpected ways. It’s a space built for artists, writers, and thinkers to take risks, to test new work, and to make something happen now.
Our website is now live: https://hardreturn.art
You’ll find our mission, current projects, and ways to collaborate.
Stay tuned for upcoming programs, including our monthly literary salon GUTTER TEXT and Moon Ceremony, a ritual gathering in sync with the lunar cycle.
→ Follow along, reach out, and come see what happens at the return point. #HARDRETURN #ARTISTRUNSPACE #experimentalart #gallerylaunch
A story about hockey players sprinting from a high-rise apartment in full gear, slamming their helmets against the glass just to test if it would shatter.
