Because I did all of the things today, this update is more of a fun one. Is it here? Is it not?
It is. But it’s just invisible. Like invisible ink. Not particularly holiday oriented, but still kinda cool? Maybe? It calls to mind being younger and writing with lemon juice, later holding it up to a lightbulb (or if you’re really old-fashioned, an actual flame). I love spy stuff.
And here, at the end, some quotes, to add some substance:
“My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture. – Leonard Nimoy
“The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.” – James Joyce
“Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.” – Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club