KRIS
Needed to get a springform pan from the sketchy hardware place on College, speed walking awkwardly with sunglasses. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, feast your ant eyes on this prime-grade moron/local celebrity imploding in front of you.
Everyone was angry. Horns honking, outraged arms sticking out of car windows. Smears of dog s**t on the sidewalk. Stop thinking. Stop paying attention. You don’t need to see everything. Take in everything.
I decided to make cheesecake for the first time – focusing on something outside of myself please please please – feeling teenaged, awkward, unable not to visualize Goya’s painting of Saturn eating his son: hair matted, a desperate glimmer in his eye imploring you to empathize while he pushes a n***d torso past his gory lips. Paying attention to the sou
