July felt like the busiest month in existence but gosh darn you wouldn't know it based on the number of pictures I took. But let us extricate ourselves from the belief that the quantity of our photos is directly related to the busy-ness of the period in which they were taken. Think we can do that? Can we override this psychological instinct? Highly doubtful. I'm confident we cannot. If one maintains no digital record of our existence how does one prove one existed? The great lie persists. There is no resisting. Upload your consciousness to the All Thing to verify you are alive. At any rate here is some PROOF that I sold some art at Portland's biggest annual street fair
