I turned down a job at the Quaker Porridge warehouse - when asked why I said:
“Hauling oats? I can’t go for that (no can do)”
Last image from tonight (short film in the morning): this brother out here with his Singer sewing machine, gifting people a custom embroidery on their jerseys and hats with the name and the date, was more artistic than anything at Burning Man and ad gorgeous as a Caravaggio.
Magic!
Goodnight.