Nightcap 07/05/12

I always carry around a number of black crayons in my pocket. All the time. Always. I keep them on my person in case I find myself in a doctor’s waiting room or a drug store activity aisle or day care supply room – anywhere with an abundance of Coloring Books. And as soon as I’m left alone I set to work! Quickly and efficiently, crayons in both hands, carefully coloring in any and all pages completely black.

What better expression of my inner shadow world than page after newsprint page of easter bunnies blackened and burned?

I leave the backgrounds untouched. Only the figures are voided. Life becomes its negative. There never was a you!

(During these warmer months there is increased risk of these crayons melting in your pockets, giving the appearance you are made of cancers and thus sweat/bleed oil. Keep this in mind during job interviews and rehearsal dinners.)

About 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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