If a monolith falls over in the desert for no one to see or hear it, did it ever really happen? My answer is yes. I know it does because I can feel it. I can feel it in the air.
I can feel it in my hopes and dreams. I can feel it in the voices of my friends. I can feel it in the news. I can feel it in my mushrooms and my LSD. I can feel it in my soul.
I never felt it as strongly as I do now. Something happened. One day soon, I’ll be driving up the I-5 in the middle of the night and I’ll see a rectangular glow in the distance.
When this happens, I’ll throw my iPhone out the window and never look back. This is ARK 1.
Every other day, the artist would buy fresh blooms for his students to practice drawing. After repeating this lesson plan for nine years, he found himself enchanted by the individual personalities of flowers.
"we need to think about cultural or social-level type hospice work ... We need to orchestrate the proper experience of death at the cultural level". - Zak Stein