I remember some sort of Mexican-standoff In an early apartmentthat involved my roommate, dirty dishes and refried beans.Neither of us wanted to do the dishes and so they were stacked, teetering on the counter – pots and plates on top of other pots and plates – the bottom of the pile forgotten like a lost tribe. My roommate, a vegetarian, had a particular pot that she favored for heating her refried beans – she used this day after day until one day it was forgotten – and the pot joined the pile. But not before she filled it with water,she believed in the pre-soak method.I’m not sure how much time passed – a forensic scientist would be able to determine that based on the evidence in the kitchen.
One morning (or was it afternoon?) I discovered something disturbing: the kitchen windows alive with hundreds of flies. I don’t remember either of us being overly surprised. I do remember having to do the dishes in the bathtub.
There are no dirty dishes in the shop and certainly no vegetarians – and yet, I awoke to the same disturbing scene: windows alive with flies. The only conclusion that makes any sense has something to do with the devil. I’d like to believe that our printing projects aren’t evil but I guess I can’t be the judge of that.
Oh, by the way:Before the flies,I finished those prints for Room & Board:
Oh, by the way:Before the flies,I finished those prints for Room & Board:
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