A look back at the year that was through the work of Paul Hornschemeier.
I guess I could just catch up on reading. Maybe watch one of these movies that I rented God knows when. But it’s inevitable: I screw around on the Internet, looking to see if I have any new friend requests on whatever social-acquaintance wrangler is boss of the dung heap this week.
Then I get into the time machine.
Why not? It’s Tuesday. Trash collection’s on Thursday. Ever since I won the lottery, I don’t have much to do besides make videos of the sanitation guys, hoping they’ll do something freakish. I’ve got hours of tape without incident. It’s like I’m documenting disappointment. Art film, I think it’s called.