by sara lautman/ drawings and stuff. ketchup vests.
• what it is
• everybody leaves
• say something
macrogroan
• what it is
• everybody leaves
• say something
macrogroan
at the mall in Israel, I got a falafel, bought hair conditioner, and used the bathroom at McDonald’s. Everywhere, teenagers in uniform, slumping near their rifles and flirting.
Part of a big notebook dump from my trip to the Holy Land. I was never very good at travelogues.
His every modest hesitation glibly rebutted, Michael is free to explore the loamy paradise of what would become the BEST VACATION OF HIS LIFE.
an illustration for the L Magazine of three kids unable to suppress the pure joy of squirting mustard onto a formaldehyde preserved bat in their science teacher’s desk drawer
can’t remember what was up with this but couldn’t help enjoying their company
