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“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. “Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.” Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met—he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard – Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

It’s 2016, Yang and I are fresh grads bursting with excitement. “We’ve gotta make it to the big city!” We book a flight and jump on a plane to the big apple — we miss our graduation. We stay in loft bedroom at an artist’s house. When we arrive hes asleep on the couch passed out. We hover awkwardly by the door before we finally decide to enter and wake him. Theres some bottles on the table. He doesn’t wake up till much later.   We cry as we walk under NY scaffolding and eat famous pizza by the water. We’d just finished a film development course in uni. Yang uses big fat photos sheets to test her exposures. I cut mine up to neoprint sizes. I allow myself one roll the whole trip. Somehow I could never let myself spend on art — it’s too precious, I’d just waste it. I get these photos and never post it because who cares. But somehow due to a wrong timestamp they’ve sat permanently at the bottom of my photo album and I’ve looked at them everyday for 8 years & I love that. So I care!

It’s 2016, Yang and I are fresh grads bursting with excitement. “We’ve gotta make it to the big city!” We book a flight and jump on a plane to the big apple — we miss our graduation. We stay in loft bedroom at an artist’s house. When we arrive hes asleep on the couch passed out. We hover awkwardly by the door before we finally decide to enter and wake him. Theres some bottles on the table. He doesn’t wake up till much later.   We cry as we walk under NY scaffolding and eat famous pizza by the water. We’d just finished a film development course in uni. Yang uses big fat photos sheets to test her exposures. I cut mine up to neoprint sizes. I allow myself one roll the whole trip. Somehow I could never let myself spend on art — it’s too precious, I’d just waste it. I get these photos and never post it because who cares. But somehow due to a wrong timestamp they’ve sat permanently at the bottom of my photo album and I’ve looked at them everyday for 8 years & I love that. So I care!

It’s 2016, Yang and I are fresh grads bursting with excitement. “We’ve gotta make it to the big city!” We book a flight and jump on a plane to the big apple — we miss our graduation. We stay in loft bedroom at an artist’s house. When we arrive hes asleep on the couch passed out. We hover awkwardly by the door before we finally decide to enter and wake him. Theres some bottles on the table. He doesn’t wake up till much later.   We cry as we walk under NY scaffolding and eat famous pizza by the water. We’d just finished a film development course in uni. Yang uses big fat photos sheets to test her exposures. I cut mine up to neoprint sizes. I allow myself one roll the whole trip. Somehow I could never let myself spend on art — it’s too precious, I’d just waste it. I get these photos and never post it because who cares. But somehow due to a wrong timestamp they’ve sat permanently at the bottom of my photo album and I’ve looked at them everyday for 8 years & I love that. So I care!