>my archives seem to have their knickers in a twist… some entries are eliminated entirely… allow me to tinker…
>a secret message to those blueberry and beyond: your prolonged and somnambulistic existence as a sleeping beauty will not be spent in vain. i have breathed heavily through two years of slumber, and tonight i rub my eyes in wonder. to awake, and find oneself within a nucleus of surreal love… it makes your hair … Continue reading
>once upon a time… the morning air, so light and sweet, silkily tracing our insides with the promise of youth, recharged our impulses and laughter. once upon a time… your hair was soft, and my smile demure. once upon a time… we hid under a canopy of translucent wonder, encompassed by warmth and sheltered from … Continue reading
>i had an afternoon nap. in and out of consciousness, i dreamt of a game, but the blocks did not fall. they were manipulated in midair.
>i felt it. two hours this morning (waking up at 8, like usual these days) was spent developing black and white film, a necessary evil to commence the procedural process of printing photographs, the application of my thoughts pressed deliberately and carefully onto paper. the whole photographic medium is surreal… people i know, things i … Continue reading
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