COYNESS IS NICE

I recently hung my great grandmother's b&w portrait up on my bare wall, where I was planning on tacking up a poster of Escher's Eye. In the photo, she is sitting in a brocade-covered dining chair, poolside with a Santa Barbara garden as a backdrop. She's wearing this great lace gown with pearls. Very glamourous.

"ONE DAY, WE'LL MAKE A FRENCH NOISE-POP RECORD TOGETHER."

"Severn is a little lamb (as is Battle Unicorn). Her existence weaves gossamer threads of gravitational pull into the dreamstuff (especially helpful because it makes it inhabitable by the dreaded Red Crystal Spider). Severn is a hole in me, as is the ground is a hole in the sky."
- D.B.

"If we assume man has been corrupted by an artificial civilization, what is the natural state, the state of nature from which he has been removed? Imagine, wandering up and down the forest without industry, without speech and without home."
- Rousseau

MES REVES

The good morning comes like a hit and run with marmalade sun for everyone.

Sitting at the breakfast table with a fish-eye view of the world, with mom, dad, Vince, Liz and Aunt Christie surrounding me, ordering that I finish my days-old lunch of meat ravioli in a garlic alfredo sauce... Terrifying.

Browsing in a big-box hardware store, my soul mate, Devon Bergstrom and I bump into each other, but it is completely wrong... He is ugly, mean and disfigured and I am so disappointed. But I sense and feel and know that he is the one for me and I am just going to have to live with that and the jerky, ugly version of him for the rest of my life.