Above: Box of online hoes. We are conducting a sort of Summer Cleaning and putting many piles of boxes into self-storage, to get them and their contents out of our way. The self-storage facility we’re using this time is an ancient, dungeonlike complex of bombed-out-looking converted warehouses over in the vapor-pluming, flame-spitting, scorched-earth depths of Hamiltonian Industrial Hell. On one of our trips I walk the corridors while recording video, hoping I don’t look too much like some destinationless spying creep to the goon up in the office watching the closed-circuit monitors. Viewing the video now, my chief reaction is: I have loud pants.
