My mom asked me to do a video tour of my house (??), because she will never, ever, drive here, and i guess pictures are yesterday's news. Whatever, I am posting this because I think it is more of a look into my soul than my apartment. Maybe not. Call it outsider art. It would have been way cooler if my mom never asked, and I did it just to do it. You can't change the past. No regrets.
My voice sounds dumb when it's not inside my face.
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