Imagine you’re the last dog on earth after the sun has turned into a colossal blazing yellow cube, which is a bit off the usual main sequence diagram, but…imagine it anyway, like a bloated yellow slice of american cheese. The sky is thick with the poisons man has pumped into the atmosphere, even the air is a funny color, like a bad paint job on a used car. The only thing that can pierce the gloom is some sort of satellite that looks like a flying foodstamp. You’ve got a bird, you could probably eat the bird, but then you’d face oblivion with the unnameable guilt of being a bad dog. And to top it all off, you slept on your favorite wig, and now it’s one huge tangle and you’re NEVER winning “Diva Night” at the Rainbow Hydrant on Saturday.
It’s that kind of apocalypse.
It’s rare that someone can pack that much gloom into a picture, and still not give me the foggiest idea of what’s going on. Is the dog wearing a hoodie? Are we all, deep down, wearing hoodies? A moment of silence before giving the master his bird?
And what’s with the slice of american cheese in the background?
Oh thrift store dog, left outside in a world that’s far too dark, cold and abstract for you, turn around, go into the light. And…take off the hoodie, it’s all kinds of strange.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin