i started a new sketch book today. i get intimidated by the empty page and so i begin with words and not images. this time, i borrowed a line from a friend’s poem. (tune your radio to an unused frequency to talk to me) my favorite line is in parentheses.
lately, i’ve been listening to the radio more frequently. bbc, hits fm, radio filmy…i hop from station to station as i walk around the city and cruise in the buses. besides, i miss radio. for four years in college i was a dedicated member of only one club: the college radio station. i miss going to the station at odd hours and just sitting around surrounded by vinyls and stacks of unsorted cds in USPS mail boxes.
it’s been 25 years since the Chernobyl explosion happened. i found out yesterday that i was a year old that year.