All I think about these days is spaceships and prisons…


John Carpenters Ghosts Of Mars Day One


prisons: the saga continues



Drafted in the deepest holes of my subconscious, I sketch the plan…

Brittle and impetuous, lines and dots connect –

Tempting the inner genius, satisfying the inner shit.

A soul dreams in hopelessness.

– Amanda Lehman-Choi

Witches weren’t so bad.

“The 4-feet-tall weapon, which looks like a cross between a robot and a satellite radar, (it) will be mounted on the ceiling and can swivel. It is remotely controlled by an operator in a separate room who lines up targets with a joystick.”

I’ve been thinking about “joysticks” lately, in context,  it makes for a very interesting piece of iconography.