the america

If I live to be a hun­dred I will nev­er, ever, ever un­der­stand peo­ple that don’t like any ex­pe­ri­ence that doesn’t take place in 100% spa­cious, cli­mate con­trolled comfort. 

Sure. Con­certs, fes­ti­vals, theme parks, so on can be too hot, too crowd­ed, too ex­pen­sive, there are lines and they are ripe for tech­ni­cal is­sues. That’s the gam­ble you make to have the ful­ly tran­scen­dent ex­pe­ri­ences that only hap­pen when you leave the house and go do shit. 

Noth­ing against be­ing com­fort­able but if you want the big mo­ments in your life then you’re go­ing to have to get a lit­tle uncomfortable.

Also,
movie the­aters should serve buck­ets of fresh spaghet­ti adorned only with a lit­tle oil and gar­lic that you would eat with your hand for which you would be giv­en a plas­tic glove.

That is the Amer­i­ca I wish to live in.
 

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2019 Ja­son Malmberg.

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