the sno\\\crash files

14/08/2026

🖊️ EPILOGUE—02/02

btw, what I REALLY mean when I say,

“Thank you for allowing me to speak” is…

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SERVICE! 🇺🇸

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14/08/2026

🖊️ EPILOGUE—01/02

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13/08/2026

13/08/2026

⚠️ DISCLAIMER

13/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE07

⚠️ DON’T MAKE ME TAP THE SIGN!

You will notice a light series of curatorial composites attached within the volume of this scroll. The first pair are representative of sketch work composed by myself, on canvas, of the New York City skyline, as it appears from the shoals & from the heights of Brooklyn, NY. CONTEMPORARILY!

c. 2015 — Each performed en plein aire.

The cityscape layered impressionistic-like over a clear blue sky: Nothing fancy. I think I might have lightly sliced my arm a few times while I was cleaning the palette knife — fact, I know i did. They are by no means substantial in size - each canvas sold separately at a paltry sum. I had hardly worked into either for much more than a couple hours each.

Each sketch was performed at two separate locations and on two separate occasions. Each of them composed with the viscerally subconscious feeling of a hunger and a drive for the world in which I was born into that no longer exists.

Not so much local, but reasonably close by — and certainly commemorative. I had a window, and I just wanted to welcomingly document the return of such a magnificent structure to its rightful station: At a distance — Down low, then up high. Longingly. Mournfully. Yearningly. Spiritually.

Freedom Tower.

One World Trade.

Whatever you like to call it.

I know they will never look the same way that they did from the turnpike when I was 10 years old, approaching the GWB on a field trip to The Museum of Natural History…but it’s honestly all the same to me through the sensation of proportion.

It really sets the tempo of the city as a whole.

Thank you for allowing me to speak 🙏🏻

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12/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE06

⚠️ be not afraid

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12/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE05

🌕 🌑 ⚠️

ITEM OF INTEREST! 🐳

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11/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE04

⚠️ ANY/ALL STUNTS DESCRIBED WITHIN THE BODY OF THIS TEXT MAY OR MAY NOT BE POETICALLY EMBELLISHED! WE DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE RECOMMEND OPERATION OF A MOTOR VEHICLE FOR THE PERFORMANCE OF WRECKLESS DRIVING ON PUBLIC ROADWAYS!

BE WELL.

enjoy the show

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11/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE03

In the beginning, I flew these leaflets like kites hoping beyond hope that someone was willing to engage me in conversation. I was never entirely certain I was even being heard. Now, still pressing on the only response I can hear with a certain clarity is the mourning cry of a dove, like I did just this past morning as I walked outside at sunrise…

To put it all into perspective, with definition.

“He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

— Psalm 91:4

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10/08/2026

📺 ACT01\SCENE02

fwiw, when I say “catalytic” I’m speaking in terms of ignition. It’s also a very personally charged word about a light letterpress project from my days swimming around inside a fishbowl. Please consider that without the aforementioned case of mistaken identity, this story never gets scripted, and I never end up realizing what’s truly been silently and subconsciously eating away at me all these years… not just some hopelessly romantic college style crush.

Please do not consider any of this curatorial as an attempt at conversion so much as it is a personally professed re-engagement with my own faith. These days, I consider myself a Christian above all else. It is worth noting that I may have been raised Catholic, but I’ve also developed a pretty big Protestant bend about myself as well, and it has only grown more pronounced through age. Please also keep in mind that as a student of art history, I have even developed a lot of my own spiritual eccentricities - secularly/ cosmetically/ metaphorically/ though by no means ritualistic. Rather, a routine that is perfectly imperfect, constantly in flux, and a little rough around the edges.

The one thing I truly desire anyone to have is FAITH in the FREEDOM that the United States of America was founded upon - so even if you are reading any of this from the perspective of being traditionally persuaded by Judaism, or even Islam: please take it all with a grain of salt, as it were. Shoutouts to all the Hindu, Buddhists, & Taoists as well 🇺🇸

The only thing I’m hunting is demons. Sometimes they exist within the realm of my own imagination; and these elaborations through my art or through my words often service as a personal format of exorcism.

Evil doers are a whole other story, of course, and that’s a task I firmly believe is best delegated to all the enlisted servicemen and women\ each civilian and military\ administrative or otherwise\ on the home front and abroad. They are the real vanguards of Liberty. All anyone else can do is keep a watchful eye and pray 🙏🏻

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