I made this drawing on the bus between Vietnam and Cambodia. There were little kids selling pineapple and one started crying. I was thinking about how wealth travels, either very fast or not at all. Then of how we are almost incapable of dreaming or hoping without using economics, that being truly happy always seems to come down to buying happiness.
treasure travels fast
or stuck fast,
lightfast in the dark.
no one buys
the pineapple that cries,
no one can buy happy,
but everyone tries.
Pictures from their Vietnam adventure!
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