Goodbye Montag! You Shall be Missed.
Oh unfortunate day! Oh dreadful hour! What more sadness can this day, (if we could call it "day", since now it is blacker and bleaker than any dark and cold night.) What more sadness can this day yield?
I am so distraught to report that Montag, my silkscreen, my life, my friend for 9 glorious months, has met an untimely demise. Oh! What curse is this that has fallen upon me? What karmic reversal? What vile demon could do this to me now? Today of all days! Oh! Woe is Montag's sad fate!
This is how it happened:
I was cleaning out the once cherished screen. Spraying it with the power sprayer. (It was Montag's and my favorite part of the process.) I went to scrub some of the residue from the the photo-emulsion off when, alas, I realized that Montag had been dealt a fatal blow to his side. Who could have done such a dastardly deed? Who would sabotage my printmaking grade? No one! Cruel Fate? Probably. The sink knob did it. A nasty gash. I wept. I screamed enough profanities to make every angel in heaven turn away from me in that moment. Irate as I was, I knew there was nothing I could do to save dear, departed Montag.
Now, I may shave my head. I may only wear black for 9 weeks (one week for every month of unadulterated bliss we knew together). Please understand, Money could buy a better silkscreen. Well...actually it's going to have to...I just don't have the money to buy Montag II.
Oh, and I think I may have accidentally flooded the Ceramics Studio. Oops. Accident! Shhhh!!!!
But how can I feel remorse for that?
Montag is dead! Montag! is dead! Sweet God in Heaven, what shall I do? Montag is dead!
I am so distraught to report that Montag, my silkscreen, my life, my friend for 9 glorious months, has met an untimely demise. Oh! What curse is this that has fallen upon me? What karmic reversal? What vile demon could do this to me now? Today of all days! Oh! Woe is Montag's sad fate!
This is how it happened:
I was cleaning out the once cherished screen. Spraying it with the power sprayer. (It was Montag's and my favorite part of the process.) I went to scrub some of the residue from the the photo-emulsion off when, alas, I realized that Montag had been dealt a fatal blow to his side. Who could have done such a dastardly deed? Who would sabotage my printmaking grade? No one! Cruel Fate? Probably. The sink knob did it. A nasty gash. I wept. I screamed enough profanities to make every angel in heaven turn away from me in that moment. Irate as I was, I knew there was nothing I could do to save dear, departed Montag.
Now, I may shave my head. I may only wear black for 9 weeks (one week for every month of unadulterated bliss we knew together). Please understand, Money could buy a better silkscreen. Well...actually it's going to have to...I just don't have the money to buy Montag II.
Oh, and I think I may have accidentally flooded the Ceramics Studio. Oops. Accident! Shhhh!!!!
But how can I feel remorse for that?
Montag is dead! Montag! is dead! Sweet God in Heaven, what shall I do? Montag is dead!