“You look like I feel snow bro”
I got pink slipped today. Finding out your position is obsolete and that the world won’t let you be anything other than a starving artist feels awesome.
Denver Doldrums
Photography and words highlighting my persepective of the city I reside.
“At least the view from rock bottom ain’t so bad”
I’m getting pink slipped on Monday for being “overqualified.” I even dumbed down my résumé to get the flipping job. Worst part is the assholes waited ‘till after I left to call me.
“From the shadow of the city to the stomach of the suburbs”
“Here’s to miserable days, possible unemployment, freaking out about nothing, still caring too much, crying your eyes out, being alone, and good beers”
I don’t know if anyone or anything can ever again make me feel consistently invested in a real-seeming reality with stakes and values and a discernible future about which I can be excited.
