“Get your house in order!” they scream. And they throw garbage at me and my pets.
Still I persist. Still I go forward. Still I carve away, slowly, with the bent knife and the little jeweler’s glass. Lot of people wondered why anyone would spend so much time painting huge pictures of empty fields and sacks of sand.

Once completed, I will let the paint dry then, beginning in the upper righthand corner, eat the entire accursed artwork. I will refuse naps and any offers of water. Snap your photos and scribble curse words if you must.

I will not stop.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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