tomorrow its christmas and there are red felt hats floating in this strange space of urban kitsch and representations that stand ironically in the crassness of commercial hype.
but there's a certain comfort there, and there are faces that i love.

i repeat these words that up until this moment swirled around like stale cards in the mouths of people and my own.
a merry christmas to you that are passing by
joyeux noel a tout le monde
buon natale a tutti