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1/25
*Plastic lawn chair in an empty parking lot in a depressing photorealistic style.*
1/18
*Plastic lawn chair in an empty parking lot in a depressing photorealistic style.*
1/18
A man relaxes on a swimming pool inflatable and grins. He will never get tired of the joke that has once again popped into his head: he is the “King of Float.” Of course, he can’t get away with saying it out loud every time. He knows that.
1/19
A man relaxes on a swimming pool inflatable and grins. He will never get tired of the joke that has once again popped into his head: he is the “King of Float.” Of course, he can’t get away with saying it out loud every time. He knows that.
1/19
A man turns off his television in disgust. It’s only a minor annoyance, but he’s in the kind of mood where small insults somehow seem worse than big ones.
1/33
A man turns off his television in disgust. It’s only a minor annoyance, but he’s in the kind of mood where small insults somehow seem worse than big ones.
1/33
A woman’s eyes glaze over. It’s not the greatest decision she’ll make today, tuning out like this—but it’s not the worst, either, because what she really wants to do is throw a stapler at a little boy’s head.
1/13
A woman’s eyes glaze over. It’s not the greatest decision she’ll make today, tuning out like this—but it’s not the worst, either, because what she really wants to do is throw a stapler at a little boy’s head.
1/13
A man sits on the top of a hill, visualizing. Below him stretches the rice field that has been in his family for generations, once again fallow and ready for planting. The man hadn’t especially wanted to be a rice farmer, but then neither had his father, or his grandfather.
1/17
A man sits on the top of a hill, visualizing. Below him stretches the rice field that has been in his family for generations, once again fallow and ready for planting. The man hadn’t especially wanted to be a rice farmer, but then neither had his father, or his grandfather.
1/17
A car lurches forward, trying desperately to make it to the front of the line before the light turns red once more. It doesn’t come close.
1/13
A car lurches forward, trying desperately to make it to the front of the line before the light turns red once more. It doesn’t come close.
1/13
A woman enters the shop with too much intent. The owner sees is, but his son does not. He can tell by the way his son shows her the merchandise in exactly the way he was taught, without variation or nuance. Knowing the rules is just the first step in knowing when to break them,
1/15
A woman enters the shop with too much intent. The owner sees is, but his son does not. He can tell by the way his son shows her the merchandise in exactly the way he was taught, without variation or nuance. Knowing the rules is just the first step in knowing when to break them,
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