mirame! con sus ojos bellos

today, not even half an hour ago, i watched a glass frolic and bounce around in the same spot of tile for a solid two seconds before shattering. it was kind of beautiful, even. to any spectators i could clearly be seen slack-jawed missing 4 maybe 5 chances to just grab the fully-formed singular-shaped cup from its rotating frenzy w/o any fragment collection, but i didn't react fast enough (despite how big the window to react was) and so i vacuumed up some glass today.

on the way home i had an idea for a work of fiction; a fictional world that is described entirely through footnotes-in-footnotes on the museum label/placard of a digital photograph. i haven't published the draft anywhere big, since i just wrote it today (it isn't even a third of an A4 page, for reference), but i figure i might put it as an alt-post on this blog.

i went to Zia Records, and i bought CD copies of The Club Box and LTJ Bukem's EARTH 2, where i ripped The Club Box, and realized i only like, out of the 3 CDs each with 15 tracks, one singular song, which honestly even then isn't really good, and the EARTH 2 box was opened to reveal its CD was replaced with David Byrne's Uh Oh (1992). what the fuck!!! i don't want that!!! i plan to refund them both, or at least the EARTH 2 box since i didn't get the actual album.