the new museum ytj show ends monday

you walk so slow but speak so fast. fever dreams bf and i were laying on the floor dying and its okay screaming laughing screaming mind blowing whirlwind fragmented conversations run on into infinity in this menagerie that is our playhouse and no one cares, and do people even exist right now? swatch watch stops and nothing is of importance. muses to each other, cannot get enough, enough of this. i cant believe my eyes, ryan trecartin's work is truly an idiomatic dialog of our generation, y. a gross slop of unstable stability, a magnification of euphoric whateverness and this popped zit puss on a two way security mirror at kmart. yux, pass that ball. a wig is thrown into the air and it becomes your hair. this acoustic guitar is of no importance. trecartin mannerisms, as if!