I’m on fire for all the wrong reasons…
…and I can’t hope to describe the current state of affairs any more succinctly than that. As such, I have built a number of covert, ingenious hiding spots. A camera, a pen, a screen, a wall of people both greater and lesser, a microphone, a piano: all serve as transparent barriers that insulate me from motion and possibility. Come join me. Or don’t. Whatever.
