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When I look at that slight card table in the middle of the open space, it makes me envision images of Pompeii. There was no Vesuvius here at Ace Athletic, only a liquidation of assets. Yet, I see this scene is an archaeological find.

In the attic of my parents' house, where my bedroom used to be: a committment to blue.

I left New York City at 8am today. I'm now back in Pittsburgh, back in Ingomar. In a few minutes I'll be back at my parents' place and in a few minutes after that, to my Aunt's for turkey and disagreements about politics, religion, and the importance of sports.

I met up with Agnes, my CouchSurfer from September and adventurous tourist, for a drink. She wanted to try something divey. I wanted to try something new. We met at Glorietta Baldy in Prospect Heights. We had a few rounds, then became hungry.

At first I was all like, "Man, it says hopeless on that bridge? Prospect Heights is bleak!" Then I looked across the bridge and saw the second part. It doesn't state, it implores:

HOPE LESS
DO MORE

Haven't we all been looking for this place for our entire lives? Of course I'm going to pull over.

I stopped by to see the KAWS show at Mary Boone and to give a shout (and onigiri from Ashbox) to Lucy. For as long as I stood in the space it seemed nobody was actually looking at the work before they posed in front of it for posterity and Instagrams. Dozens of people came and did this.