boredom

The band is about the same as arty bands are everywhere. The artist places Black Dice to his video exhibition. Oh’s video is pretty cool, she has chocked in ducks, fake nuts, and other things to make a kinda tasteless meduim like a tacky sweater held together by duck tape and cheerios. I really just want to go. It’s not my scene. Me and Mary and Michael end up on a couch swabbling down pizza, perhaps the only freaks in the scene. Orn has, in my eyes at least, toned down her identities’ peculair breach of gender, attending her sister’s show she has slightly become a little more girly, if this is conscious I don’t know. As we leave Mary comments when she first saw Orn she thought it was a man.