i think the difference between the poopoos and the peepees of the life becomes clear as soon as we can start walking. The stubborn, unmoving pile of shit poopoo is, and the ever changing unsettling stream of peepee. One taught me the wreight of permanence, the other taught me the terror and adventure of constant motion, together they marked the two prisons i always stumbled between, stuck trying to move what wont move. or swept away by something i want to stop













