I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical, vaguely revolutionary phrases on elaborate sticker art that I’d place on the side of stores, street poles and city buses.  Each one was a layering made of things I’d photocopied out of books at Kinkos, stencils created from images found on the internet, and words typed on sheets of clear mylar using an ancient Olivetti. All glued together, thick with crispy corners.  Sometimes the finished product was only up for a few minutes before being unceremoniously ripped down, but I never let it bother me.  Now something’s changed.  Now I want to be seen, mask and all.

I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical, vaguely revolutionary phrases on elaborate sticker art that I’d place on the side of stores, street poles and city buses.  Each one was a layering made of things I’d photocopied out of books at Kinkos, stencils created from images found on the internet, and words typed on sheets of clear mylar using an ancient Olivetti. All glued together, thick with crispy corners.  Sometimes the finished product was only up for a few minutes before being unceremoniously ripped down, but I never let it bother me.  Now something’s changed.  Now I want to be seen, mask and all.