“Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.”

It is a curse to draw the lot of comedian, because the human soul is divided into so many more pieces. It’s an everyday struggle between acting a new, aloof individual and inevitably becoming loud and informing. This is not by choice. It’s the direction of chemistry, the choice of chance. I naturally developed a personality and disposition to humor others at my own expense. As a kid, my friends’ laughter was enough; but people grow up and out of their childhood into a much grayer world. Slush, not quite 100% of anything. The complexities of the world are mirrors; we diversify and complicate and dilute and split ourselves to reflect the fragments around us. This is hard on the comedian, who is absolute. He must fail as a comedian or fail as a human. Of course, he cannot fail at either so he defaults into the third option, the unseen path. He experiences anger, sadness, love, lust, heartbreak, confusion, disappointment, death, exclusion, violence, oblivion, and apathy; yet, he displays only bliss. Do we all play the comedian? Or would it be more comforting to hear “shitty” when you ask someone “How’s it going?”

– Los Angeles, CA


Taken in San Francisco, CA