DAY 18: So I have this little buddha...

He's always smiling at me. When I say smiling, I'm talkin' hyped. He's fat, and naked, and looks like he's eating the air. Why is he so happy? He just stares, and there's no dialogue, but I always get the feeling he has something he wants to tell me. What would his voice even sound like? a comforting sumo wrestler taking you tenderly into the folds of his belly? So welcoming. Individual beads of sweat slowly sliding down his silly putty lookin' skin. Like a giant baby who breaths o-so-heavily with the slightest movement. Can't walk without panting, can't walk without joint pain, but so unapologetically happy. Why?