What is Normal Anyway?

I have been struggling lately trying to create these perfect squares, these perfect tiles…
I finally realized that the way the heat is warping them is actually adding to their quality. Who the fuck cares about a perfect box anyway?…
uh…

no such thing as perfection. the things that are fucked and warped about us make us worth gazing upon. in. reflection. and. connection.

right?…

My friends give me strange glances when I mention that I’m burning plastic in my oven… but, it’s that or sit and think about her and then again each image that I transpose is inspired by the thought of her.
Maybe, I should be sitting in the oven.

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