p s e u d o r e a l

Better Than Real Because It's Not.

General

Sunday March 09th 2014, 4:51 pm
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(Feb 14) Everything comes to an end.

broken arrow
Things are very broken

time to move on
It is the twilight of my time here

shovel your sidewalks you other bastards!
Nearly the only law-abiding home on College Road in Selden.

but i won't miss him stinking up my bed
I’m going to miss “little one”.

and love dies suddenly
Nothing lasts forever. Though these are still by the side of the road three weeks later.


Wednesday February 19th 2014, 12:11 am
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(Jan 27) Brr. Cold. January.

platform
I grew up here

takeoff
But I associate the airport with preed now.

chopper
Probably heading for the city

they're stinking up my bed
Dogs love me,

tongues
People, not so much.


Wednesday January 29th 2014, 9:17 pm
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(Dec 6) Going in circles.

shitty
Meh.

getting along
There’s a new dog in the house

mutts
He was rescued from the lady who rescued him.


Monday December 16th 2013, 12:00 am
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(Nov 28) Everything is up in the air.

a refugee from mckim, meade, and white's pennsylvania station
The eagle hasn’t so much landed, as escaped

pilgrim state
This was once the country’s largest hospital (complex)

even if somewhere is nowhere
We’re all going somewhere. All of us.

it reveals little
This is a lot of power

out of the darkness
Thanksgiving moon

but still better than anything i've had before
Oh, how I need a better lens for this task.


Sunday December 15th 2013, 8:28 pm
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(Nov 7) Some of the earliest posts here got accidentally lost, but at this point, p s e u d o r e a l crossed the decade line some time ago. The template used here and some points of site style bear the distinct marks of 2003. Late 2003 had the feeling of impending change. Late 2013 feels much the same to me. Not quite as much, but it’s there. I don’t think this site is going to change much. It’s part chronicle, part hobby, part excuse, and finally, though there’s probably not much here that qualifies as art, as a whole, the site is at some level, a long-running art project.

one peen plaza
I visited the infamous phallically named rat hole where a glorious train station used to be.

pre-gin on the rocks
We got the first snow of the season

socrates gave it two thumbs down
Is an early snow a sign of things to come?

we can hear you now
Signals

callejones sin salida
Life is full of these

i hate passing this place
Billy burned here.