3d modelling makes me feel like god
this seems like a scene i remember when the frames of my life flash in front of me on my deathbed: leaning back in my chair in the studio, waiting for everyone and no one, staring out at the window, fake fluorescence reflected against the very real sky, of a luminescent blue grey so saturated you can almost taste it on your tongue, a grape vodka maybe, of rolling puffs moving so fast you blink back and they’ve shuffled into the next act. i’m thinking of how 3d modelling makes me feel like god, controlling the light, blessing the earth, and then the sun itself bursts on my face from above and my friend comes and asks if he can sit with me and i get to work.