spotted at n11th and berry, brooklyn
“I thought I was in love with you but I realized I was just using you”
(tastefully taken from my dear friend, Amy C.)
~Sam
star wars graffiti spotted @ chicken hut, brooklyn
(not featured: the tie fighter and death star about 5 feet above it)
sometimes (especially after working on a paper for over 11 straight hours, and then taking the subway home and watching a fully grown man get projectile vomited upon by another fully grown man) williamsburg is a nightmarish hell-scape filled with trendiness, condescension, and plaid. sometimes the 20-something ambiguously androgynous men(?) come up to you and tell you your jeans make you look like an asshole (totally unprovoked) and sometimes the obnoxious tattooed couple tongue-kissing on the staircase to the L train forces you to continue your never ending downward spiral into a life characterized by alcoholism and cultural criticisms.
and then sometimes there is a tricycle in a hand knit cozy chained to a signpost, and things don’t seem so bad. (random art piece seen @ bedford ave. subway stop)
