flyer archaeology
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. My room is accumulating flyers. Some are actually beautiful. Some appear to have been designed by somebody who discovered Photoshop effects and decided restraint was a bourgeois conspiracy. I keep them anyway. Dates, lineups, phone numbers, maps, logos, colours. Little pieces of nights before they happened. I wonder if in ten years they’ll look ridiculous or perfect.
Probably both.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.