"How; Help Yourself; Hurry; Here"
(ink, charcoal, and gouache on paper, 30"x4.75")
The events that played out on March 15 feel like a lucid dream. I can't seem to recall much of that day without hyperbolizing the weight of a mini-fridge. Is it possible to meet more than 3 kind souls in a day? My Uber driver was one of them because they helped me catch my flight. They were also texting while driving. I watched them and they watched me till I landed.