It’s a beautiful piece of crap. A crappy piece of beautiful.Locked in this room, can’t move, can’t change. Can’t grow while growing can’t stop the sun the moonFeb 9, 2021Feb 9, 2021
I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic about basements.Where quakes don’t knock down and twisting wind scares us into windowless spaces. Where there are bricks. And bones.Jan 23, 2021Jan 23, 2021
Quiet Ancestorsour ancestors are tired of being quiet washed away by oceans, by gravestones, by iphones.Jan 5, 2021Jan 5, 2021
