Frank’s Log

I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log

I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log