Reading Leviathan in the church parking lot, playing Tupac.
The Idealist in me never minds waiting.
I cracked the stained glass window enough to let the sun light bronze the paperback. 266 more words
If you’re at all a fan of documentaries (or care about seeing the future of film aesthetics), you ought to begin familiarizing yourself with the work of the Harvard Sensory Ethnography Lab. 756 more words