Photo Collages & Ransom Note Poetry

This goes under the category of being careful what you wish for; I’ve received over a hundred photographs of keys! It’s gonna have to go up in installments.

Some of you carry some very weird shit in your pockets.

Today’s Photo Collage:
keys

Think about keys--it’s kinda weird that we have all these little pieces of metal in our pocket to stick into all these other pieces of metal. There’s something very primitive about it and yet we all carry ‘em.

When I was in Japan I lived in a low-security environment and had no work responsibilities involving the protection of real estate, so I only had one key. One. It was great!

It’s easier to lose one key than it is to lose ten, and eventually, of course, I lost it. So my apartment was unlocked for an entire month. I’d go to work and just shut the door. I’d come home and just open the door. You don’t know what that feels like to a New Yorker; it’s something like having sex without a condom crossed with driving drunk. You know you shouldn’t be doing it but it’s so much goddamn easier and it feels great.

It was a sad day when I found the key. I think it was in a shoe or something.