as i’m losing interest in digital photos and concentrating on film, i’ve been documenting a bit less of my days in Europe but should hopefully have some good stuff for future work once everything gets processed.

today whilst eating ramen at a Japanese spot, Green Day’s “Brain Stew” was played and I had this strange moment of deja vu as the last time I heard that in public was actually in Japan at some secondhand shop in Osaka. Maybe the Japanese have a thing for that particular song (the music was not being automated or done by a playlist, but workers just putting songs on), or maybe it means something. Either way it was still fucking dope, Insomniac is a blaze of a record.

I have one more day left in Berlin and then a return to America for the first time in nearly six months and it almost feels like I am deciding to paddle from my pleasant lake vista into a fucking waterfall

Berlin HBF


oh berlin how i have missed you

Pike Place

Pike Place Market · Seattle, 2019

it’s strange to think this time next week i’ll be back in america. it’s going to be an interesting fall.


I’ll be playing semi-improvised piano arrangements over Okonomiyaki I-VI on Thursday; will be trying to livestream it&my presentation regarding art and life


“Overdraft Fees” · Palma de Mallorca, 2019

it’s friday and one of the Koch brothers is dead, you can fuckin’ bet I’m smiling.

“It sounds like you need to write a manifesto,” and with that lunch was over.

The good thing about working with anarchists is that the conversations can remain agreeable, at least until the inevitable time when someone—usually me—shakes their head while bemoaning the State Of Everything. Then: somebody vents, everybody nods, anxiety increases, despair looms.

last year: Medika, Metalkova. This year: Christiania and now a small anarchist-principled art residency in the north of Denmark. I look at all this in wonder, knowing full well the general impossibility for a presence like this in America

part of it is that Anarchy as a commodity is valuable in the USA twice over: those who don’t understand it have an easy, pop-culture reference of teenagers with pink hair to disavow it with, and those who would seek to control everyone else can simply use the power of the status quo to initiate fear using class and material wealth as mechanisms of division.

the rest is just ownership. capitalism thrives on inequality and division, and the principles of, say, a legally gray co-living space are roughly the opposite.

still, it’s nice to spend time in these places. making art is difficult in an age when every action is meant to be a sales pitch for every creation one is involved with. Richter did Capitalist Realism, I’m busy working on my manifesto for Anticapitalist Expressionism



The first thing I notice is how everyone is smiling. Like, everyone. This place would be a cartoon if it was in America. There’s not a lick of insincerity. And this is leaving the fucking airport, where I thought it was a rule that basically everyone is miserable, always, everywhere.

This part of the world is often used, in one form or another, as a political talking point in America about places that “get X,Y or Z” done right. The clean streets, effective and modern transportation infrastructure, seemingly robust economy, not needing to worry about health care or police shootings (or, really, shootings much at all).1

Copenhagen felt like Amsterdam without all the vice tourism, which is nice because it uncrowded the streets a bit. Even at Christiania, with its turned-eye hash market, everything was relaxed. Energetic and wonderful, but no drunks on parade the way one might find around various downtown areas back in Holland.

I think the only depressing thing about travel is with each new city and culture I experience, it piles on more evidence as to exactly how much America has got wrong. How much we’ve veered off-course as a country, as an idea. How bad things are and how much it would take to get remotely back on track, toward an idea of a place where people would actually smile at one another leaving the airport.

  • Of course these are mostly leftist talking points; the right would probably like the fact most of the people are white, but nationalism is for suckers.

Airport security has to be one of the grandest displays of security theater ever. It’s marvelous how completely random standards seem to be from one place to the next.

En route to Copenhagen and both of my bags are taken for a hand search. A corkscrew is removed from one and a small bottle of shampoo from another, both thrown in the bin. These are things that I’ve traveled with not only for all of this trip, but also on previous trips in and out of Europe.

This is all just an annoyance because if someone was plotting to carry out a destructive act, they would likely make sure none of it involved trying to be sneaky with airport security. We’re all just putting little bottles of liquid in little plastic bags (environment be damned, apparently) as a way to pretend that something has changed other than how much power the state is willing to enforce over the people.

It’s so patronizing when minor inconveniences are played off as making me ‘safer.’

The Garden
The Garden

, for as much as London and I didn’t totally agree with one another there are still some pretty cool things here

(now, onward to Denmark)

beings in twos, Paris, 2019