word

I was having lunch with a friend of mine downtown today and confessed to her that I had finally started to open up about some of my innermost feelings about stickerloo via the vessel of this blog. She was pleased to hear it, knowing how I had struggled for years with the conflicts of fame: as a stickerlautist known the world over, I have felt obligated to both represent my community with pride, but also to not "piss in the pool," as they say. In other words, I have had to remain neutral many times when I might have been inclined to speak my critical mind, were it not for the confines and pressures of fame. I have had to turn my face away from immense hackery, selflessly, as if I was immune from pain. No more.

Before I got sidetracked talking about the woes of celebrity, I was telling the story of my fabulous lunch date. No sooner had I told my companion about this blog when along comes a car and parks beside us--with a stickerloo. There is not much to be analyzed with this piece. What it lacks for in innovation it makes up for in concision and adherence to form. It is stickerloo minimalism at its finest, a simple but classic work. Its only real flaw is that time is obviously taking its toll. I can only hope that its creator will feel inspired to craft a new work before this beauty is entirely ravaged by time. Word.