This one’s from a “poem” I wrote quite a number of years ago, an imagined conversation between drunks. I drew it for the balloon layout, and then got stuck on the figures for ages and didn’t necessarily resolve that.

I love the work at YOUNG HAE CHANG HEAVY INDUSTRIES PRESENTS and would be happy just to be the person who does it. But I’m not, so I just had to copy them.

A conversation recreated from my notebook, about the metaphysics of matches. As in: when is a match a match? Good question. Find some kind of answer inside.

I sat in front of Anselm Kiefer’s work “Maikäfer flieg” and listened to what people said. Here is a transcription of that, accurate or not.