KitTeas, books. History, lewks.
Dancer, groover, Hubz caregiver.
Bear trapper, road tripper.
Naked sun. Daddy fun.
Style and wit. Is this it?
Quality over quantity.
Chicago-ish
LGBTQ+ subscriber
He / Him / Daddy / Sir this is a Wendy's
I want to become a living spreadsheet, my day scheduled to the second, my calories counted, my entertainment flawlessly recommended, my steps and sleep tracked with inhuman precision, my words crafted perfectly by an LLC, my commutes and finances neatly optimized.
Some days, I *want* the robots to take over.
Because, honestly, they can’t screw up my life any worse than I already have.
One last one from the Art Institute, for fun.
I noticed this painting because it was hung unusually high on the wall. I had to look UP at it—not at eye level.
Turns out, Kazimir Malevich’s "Painterly Realism of a Football Player – Color Masses in the 4th Dimension" (1915) was designed to challenge expectations, including how art should be displayed. He refused to assign a fixed orientation, meaning there’s technically no wrong way to hang it. But which way feels right to you—A, B, C, or D?
