Taking the time to call all those in my contacts, I wrote down their individual greetings and goodbyes and composed their scripts in order of who I called. Some were welcoming, some surprised, while others didn’t even pick up. Some had unique greetings, while others were pretty similar.

Framing a person by their style of speaking; I see an image of the person in each of these simple ways of a personal beginning and end

In a protest against my sister telling me not to play her instruments, I snuck into her room before she came home and played her ukulele. I don’t know how to play the instrument and it sounds down-right awful, but I’d like to think my nervous, clunky, and time sensitive strumming eventually became a C Major.

This pile contains 67 posters of varied length, all cut by hand— save for a few done by a hand cutter. If all of these individual shreds were lined up, it would equal 1km, or 100 000cm