Woohoo! Super selfie 2014 Osca—- BENEDICT WHY
Death and Life
Oil on canvas
So I got this ring from my aunt back in 2009 when I graduated and it was a nice sentiment. It had my initial, a tiny diamond and the base of the ring is in the shape of a heart. She said I got it because I graduated and all my cousins got one. I have worn it every single day since I got it. Through thick and thin, it’s always been there. I’ve grown fond of it.
That is until I heard myself saying out loud to a friend about the ring and mentioning that my aunt actually recycled the diamond off of a wedding ring from a failed marriage.
Right then and there we looked at each other and I immediately took that shit off. Could it be bad luck? Could it explain my many terrible relationships? Could it explain why I have few friends? Or why I move around so much?
Or is it just a coincidence…
engineering is red
science is blue
command is yellow
this isn’t actually a poem it’s just star trek trivia