Post 2020

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

Selfie Portrait New Year's Eve

Pretty much 2020 stream of consciousness:

planning, promotion, premeditated, pandemic pushed to working from home,

supervisor, sweatshirts, sweaters and denim,

conspicuous consumption, covid19 case investigating

became isolating work, "you're muted" and shared screens,

and after 7 Phillip's RGB lighting products later,

I managed to make my gaming and work space into my den.

Unfinished.

Top: Anine Bing x Terry O'Neil 2020, Bottom: Agolde Denim, Shoes: JW Anderson