Cat found Jesus and rubberbanded it just so around about 20 years ago. As seen here on her handlebars at 1201. When I say Jesus, I mean a Jesus fish auto emblem you might find at your local WalMart. Or maybe you’ll find one on Third Avenue in a go-back-for-it ground-score sort of kind of way. This photo kicks about in the photographic memory. It resurfaced recently when I texted Cat…
…several days later Cat sent me this shot proving she found Jesus. Again.
Now it’s going full-circle-upcycle recycled on a phantom nostalgia postcard that’s making its way to California. Texts are cool, they’re quick and direct. But you can’t hold a text message in a tactile way. You can’t fold it. You can’t tack it on the wall. You can’t smell it. You can’t notarize a text message. A postcard is hands-on. A postcard is real. Sincerely for real. Really.
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