On a warm Thursday evening, I entered a darkened bathroom stall, got on my knees, and licked. An ice cream cone, you sicko! What did you think I was eagerly lapping up?! Genuflecting devotionally in front of an oversized duct tape-encircled hole like I was praying to the spirits of toilet love past, I finally … Continue reading
I am sitting at a computer, conducting search after search using the terms, “___ percent of people.” We started at “1 percent” yesterday morning, and today, at around 3:00 PM, we’ve made it to 75. There are six of us, including the artists Jennifer Dalton, Lauren Was and Adam Eckstrom. We search, type, print, compile, … Continue reading