sunrise blanket
on his way
How strange it is to not be working on a weekday. Like stepping out of the stream and watching everyone go about their routine. You’re really just looking at yourself, mindlessly completing the tasks that get you from here to there. One man drinks a coffee, another is on his way. It’s good to create space. To separate and detach.
it was all wrong
I wish I didn’t have to take this photograph.
Call me back to you
very important women
old friends
Dim Sum in Chinatown. NYC. 2019. benjy, jon, me, phil, fiona.
important things
Self VII
salt
caught between frames
Rawlings Conservatory
Baltimore
peaks & parkas
Max admires Denali in the morning (midday) February light. 2019.
I taped over the clock
I taped over the clock on my stove. One more tool of obligation. So tired of knowing where I stand. Confused about what I should feel. Ignoring my body. Not being here. So tired. The clock says time is circular. The calendar says it’s linear. The body seems to disagree with both. But I’m so tired.