China’s not so far…

“She wrote, ‘Vern you used to hurt me in your truck.’”

“i call it another grave to dig inside myself.”

“It’s about just telling someone that you’re in pain and you don’t have a good reason”

A bizarre fusion of a bygone era and a not too distant future.

“I was a covers-pulled-up-to-my-chin, lights-off, minimize-jiggling-however-possible lover”

Vertigo-inducing cityscapes

“The violence in my scream startled us both”

“ten years of things not crashing into other things without warning”

“In those 2:00 a.m. can’t-sleep nights, I obsessively revise his death.”

Tattoos blossom at the intersection of the body and art.

“the neweden – we
all carry

in our minds”

“the way the body of a mother who has lost a child trembles”

“And then I just was still. Eyes open. Done breathing.”

“It’s this picture I saw once of a friend with a tiny hummingbird in his cupped hands”

“I keep adding to this fantasy: then I will eat my dead”

Buckle down and do what you do.

“…rooted in this obsession is a strange desire to constantly slow down…”

A parallel human existence in 3D renderings…

“the request sheet is full of David Bowie”