The Undead

I'm being followed by zombies.

Perhaps I've just been watching too many episodes of Spaced, but I can't shake the feeling that they're following me. Zoned out commuters on the 1 train. Disguised as drinks in San Francisco tiki bars, complicating our treacherous descent down Mason Street. Lurking inside green room bathrooms.

Last night, during the storm, they seemed to be circling the rooftops waiting for me to fall asleep. So they could eat my brain.

And, apparently, one of them dined well last night. Words fail me today, and so I give you zombies, as seen through the eyes of art history. (via Coudal Partners)

I guess I know what I'll be reading next.

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