From a nice little treat of an EP.
I tell her there is no such thing as reality. That it’s merely something we construct to try to comfortably float ourselves around in. She doesn’t care. I tell her about the curved spaces of non-Euclidean geometry. I rave about the non-vanishing Riemann curvature tensor, the holonomy of the manifold, tuples, and the warping of space and time in outer space due to the sun’s mass. It’s no use. She’s inconsolable. So, for now, I am concentrating on the catapult.
For all my physics peeps with loud stair-climbing neighbors.
I find this a bit unsettling. Still cool though.
Sunday vibes...
This is so great. Shot so well. Ghetto fabulous.