looking at these peices, magnified so that each brushstroke is visible, turns them into whole new works of art
I had a dream last night that a tornado killed me, i could feel all my particles dispersing, and thought to myself in my dream that this must be what dying is like. then i rematerialized in a dark room, a desk and some chairs appeared, and i got scared, knowing that this was judgment day... then a man appeared, sitting in the chair behind the desk, and he was a Zack Galifinakis-like character, i wasn't scared anymore. i don't remember how Zack judged my life, but i probably enjoyed it.