Fandom. Almost rhymes with bantam.

Intense fandom over time seems to depurify what it is that made you a fan in the first place. You love a certain singer for whatever basic response they elicited in you but then that high goes away. So then you read about their background to feel closer to them. That intimacy feels nice for awhile. Sooner or later it becomes less about admiring talent and more about the fact that this person you’ll likely never meet is important to you. Why are they so important though? What does it mean if you really love an artist? At some point the connection requires more and more intricacy and work. You take pictures, but then the pictures aren’t good enough. You compare opinions with other fans and see who took the best pictures. Well, my picture was good but it wasn’t the best. If I was a better fan I would have gotten closer to the stage. In conclusion, music fans are crazy.

Graffiti

Have you guys noticed the graffiti that’s on the subway tunnel walls when you’re between stations? What insane person is going down there and doing this? Is someone just standing at the end of the platform with his buddy and he says “Fuck it man. We’re going in that pitch black tunnel that a train could enter any second and we’re spray painting drawings of our dicks. You in?”