we’d gotten a tent pavilion, a couple of kegs of beer, there was cake, he made a speech, it rained, there was a rainbow, there was grilling, then a campfire with marshmallows. lots of new cousins and other relatives to play with. after all this, once we got back, i asked my kids what their favorite part of the trip was.
the answer:

the safety instruction cards from the airplanes.
i let them both keep one and they both study them over breakfast each morning now. it’s like their own little newspaper, filled with misfortune and human misery; little ant-like people escaping from burning airplanes, life rafts, evacuation routes, how to float in the ice cold ocean. they fucking love them.

airplane safety cards.

ruined by internet:
French new wave
circles on images
squares on images
words on canvas
words in neon
smoke/explosions
Bob Dylan circa 1965
hair in face
models
whiteness
visual puns involving pubic hair
Tilda Swinton

The abyss is not filled to overflowing,
It is filled only to the rim.
No blame.

No connection existed between these parts, which now seem to make a whole, until they were chosen.

Whenever he heard the words “dumb fuck,” he always turned around.