i've been staring at the screen trying to come up with a title for this picture and i cannot think of anything cool. "view from a bag", "i want to be carried" and "the mother" are all i came up with so let's leave it "untitled" just like a picasso.
i was in san francisco striding across china town walking like i was walking on china because of vanity and bloody feet (new shoes, bloody feet) and i saw the child in the above photo being chugged along in embroidery.
yes i was enamored by the beautiful image and that is why i took the photo.
but when you have bloody feet that are torturing you it is natural to want to be suddenly whisked off your feet, serenely wrapped in a beautiful enclave of fresh cotton, and carried around a spectacular city while displaying tiny bits of your new shoes, no?
no of course it didn't happen, silly. but really. why do people want to grow up?
i walked in my department the other day with a lollipop. i love those red cherry lollipops that give you a tiny bit of tasteless gum in the end but are telling you that they're not over they still exist and i was subjected to many amused, puzzled, disbelieving looks. why? because. an adult should enjoy a lollipop in private. unless you are 80 and demented and in a wheelchair and then it's okay again. but there is a 70 year lollipop-less gap you have to get through first. or, calamity of calamitites, you may expire before that. think about it. maybe this should be a facebook group...