A fickle region, vascillating between abject DDB hatred and donation boxes. Cascading waves of compassion and aggression, a pendulum of intolerance and bonhomie. Isn’t that undulation not unlike the inclimate conditions of the region itself.

The macro and the microcosm redoubling within itself like the folds of a mitochondria. The powerhouse of the South.

Also today is the last day before DDB shirts go to print. If you give a shit:

If I have to field mealy mouthed complaints from some man child about how he missed out, I will clap those sweaty tits together like blackboard erasers.