Fiction Rule of Thumb
Except for anything by Lewis Carroll or Tolkien, you get five made-up words per story. I’m looking at you, Anathem.
I’m Joe, and I live in New York City. I also really love Polaroids. Polaroid has recently announced that they are discontinuing their instant film. Although sadly inevitable, I regret that more people didn’t get a chance to appreciate the unique quality of Polaroids. So, I decided to start a project. For a few dollars, I will send you a Polaroid of anything anywhere in New York City. I don’t already have these stocked up – each one will be taken just for you. You will have the only copy in the entire world of a picture that was taken by someone else for you and you alone. That means way more than any other medium or method of exchange – there is a solitary, tangible record of a single moment in time shared by two strangers. I’m not doing this for money. The prices cover the film, postage, train fare, etc. It’s about interaction, distance, moments in time and most importantly the most awesome photographic medium ever. So, here are some Polaroids you can have:
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this election is like a Phil Dick/Thomas Pynchon/Franz Kafka collaboration novel re-written for the small screen by the Monty Python cast and then reassembled with a completely random page order.