i'm not gonna stop

curling iron

number five reveals how hard it is just to take your real ID out of your wallet in order to get into a bar where you don't drink anything and can't hear anything anyone is saying. at the core of the action is love. pure love. hope the body catches up.

business-man

number four reveals that thereisaface intends to be a legitimate business, and this space is its connection to the mouth of commerce (so far). nothing is for sale until there are more interesting secrets to tell. until then this space means contests: submit your face for an original instrument; share a rare medical oddity for spiritual communion.

welcome to thereisaface v.01.

tendrils of influence

hello in this space i am surrounded by only gray hairs and wrinkles. and so i extend my tendrils of influence far into the ether, where suburban familiarity gives way to the most fundamental human loneliness. our bodies are wider than we give them credit for. our bodies have a logic which is endless trauma to the expanding mind. pure reception and supplication, action, a tension, and a releasing of control.

love and the body

narrative demands a supple dimension and this back is bulging in the wrong directions.

origin

unfortunately this story comes in at the middle of things.