Last bonfire before we return to the city. I’m going to miss how the darkness presses closer out here, erasing the rest of the world until we’re left with only our stories and dreams.
Ohio Bonfire
Last bonfire before we return to the city. I’m going to miss how the darkness presses closer out here, erasing the rest of the world until we’re left with only our stories and dreams.
An ode to Michael Clayton and the giddy renewal before death.
Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for Grace Wang’s photography exhibition.
Revelations and mental rearrangements only seem to occur when I’m not paying attention.