Brain Bleed 4/28/25

As I drive through the lush, wooded brick and concrete of Richmond, Virginia in my grandfathers pollen-doused Mercedes, I think about how lucky I am to be from here. And the fortune I have of leaving. If I die elsewhere, which I likely will, send my embalmed body back to the VMFA with a glass case. Cut me into pieces and arrange them in the shape of my true self. With one of my hands pointing West towards Oscar and Sally’s house.

Regards,

CEO