Daily Keemo. 02.23. At The Bottom Of The White Box

At The Bottom Of The White Box
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I have spent the entire day alone. (I recommend that everyone do this once in a while.) It is now 10:21 PM and my only contact with another human has been at the Chinese take-out and the lady who gave me the finger because she thought it was her turn at the 4-way stop. "Why yes, I would love a fortune cookie," I said to the girl behind the counter. She threw one in and I returned to the quiet house to eat my food. I didn't even bother to take it out of the little white box and took a seat at the desk and there was a Thelonious Monk Pandora channel on and as I ate I had lonely conversations with myself in which I am fairly certain that I solved all the worlds problems and was certain that only good was going to come from that moment forward. "My fortune cookie will be the test," I thought to myself. I grabbed the cookie and broke it open and flipped the fortune over to read, "Made In The USA". What the hell is that? Made In The USA? That is no fortune.That was it, no words of wisdom, just that. I couldn't help feeling a bit midlead by the words "Fortune Cookie" on the wrapper. I threw the fortune on the desk, picked up the brush and went to the conversations with myself.

 

Daily Keemo. 02.22. I Will Take This Day

I Will Take This Day
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It is 3:00 PM in the afternoon and this painting is leaning up against the wall just to the right of the computer monitor and as I look at it, I am having trouble figuring out where to begin. I never write in the afternoon and I swear the words come out best when the rest of the world is asleep. While I feel the keys under my fingertips I imagine everyone driving in cars, at the movies, buying pants, getting coffee in large paper cups, standing in lines at stores with carts full of packaged tomorrow, in resturants, at stoplights, in airports, on busses and on and on and on and all the while I sit here in this quiet house with the shades pulled open and the cool winter sunlight shines on my back and I try to remember what it is that I wanted to say about this painting but it doesn't seem to really matter now. The only thing that really matters is that it is 3:06 and I have these words and this painting and for right now all the other stuff has nothing to do with it.