A knife to the eye for all thieves who gander upon my new beauty.
I bought a sweater that looks like these and it’s the greatest sweater of all time.
They say that this club called Womb is the best, biggest club in the world. It has a record shattering giant disco ball and has been featured in films of varying quality. You have to traipse and saunter through darkened alleys, up narrow hills and around corners to get to the nondescript building. You have to ask people who don’t speak English where it is, but they nod and repeat Womb, they show you the way. You go to the underground entrance and speak to a bouncer who deems you cool enough to get in. He gets on a headset and announces your arrival. You go inside, but only one room of the mega club is open and it’s unfortunately EDM night. It’s your last night in Tokyo so you trudge on. You sit at the bar and the bartender motions you over to the ladies section. The ladies section is designated by a printed out piece of paper and some confetti and is relegated to some chairs toward the end of the small bar. You look at the other elites who have gained entry and realize that despite the tunnels and gatekeepers, the club’s standards are very low indeed. You start knocking back screwdrivers, because that is the only drink that you know how to order in a foreign country. Two nebbish Americans come up to you and ask you where you are from. The topic of graduate school arises. One is attempting a PhD. in English Literature, and David Foster Wallace is the topic of dissertation. You started Infinite Jest with you on your journey, and finished it the day before. Questions are raised, and unanswered. You dance. You drop off your fellow countrymen at the subway station and walk the three miles back to the hostel in a drunken stupor. It takes two hours through completely abandoned streets but the iron particles in your broken nose come through with their intended directional aid in the end. You sit in the common room. You realize that no matter where you are, or who you meet, you will never conclusively know what the hell happened to Hal Incandenza.
Phillip Stearns - Retinal Pigment Epithelium and Other Vision Technologies, Real or Otherwise Imagined (2013)
“A study of the effects of high voltage and household cleaning products on instant pull apart color film.”
FDR meets with Squirtle. FDR communes with Squirtle.