Lately I've been fixated on slow aperture speeds. You know just playing around with light and how it travels and refracts and reflects and things of that nature. How it creates little trails at it goes. Light is quite fascinating actually. All these random waves moving at speeds
Everything sounds like noise to me lately. I hope harmony can come. Also count the syllables on that.
we were walking down catalpa carrying an old chair we smoked some grass the chair was knoll we passed by an old continental funny that the lake was ahead, frozen over looked like a chocolate shell cracked, like all of us you said it looked like the end of the
Last year was disappointing to say the least. Running around in circles ultimately in vain. Connections severed or muddied or left incomplete. Mostly a year of befuddlement and pain. Oftentimes the two were linked. The combination of the two has left me in a position where I have more questions
in april of this year beth israel on the east side closed due to budget cuts. this is the continuation of a long process of hospital closures that began under the quasi literate hobgoblin the world knows as andrew cuomo(whose incompetence and general incuriosity about the world is closer
the window is ajar it almost sounds like white noise keeping me awake the garbage smell washed away along with my plans for later and my boots everyone wore five years ago we all end up washed hard gear rendered soft just to turn hard the next day brittle to
that shit that makes your soul burn slow. kinda says it all doesn't it. it was vulgar, it was childish, the beat was actually kinda bad, but i'll be damned if souls didn't burn slow in the wake of ether. as i write this,
Pretty self-explanatory to be honest. Here's four photos I happened to take during the past two weeks.
I'm looking at two songs I picked at random from my Replay 2025 playlist on Apple Music
Oh damn. Anywho let's go Mr. Cardamom. That's a fire nickname like y'all remember when Christopher Daniels was Curry Man?
Mostly Tribeca.
-the past two decades seem to be defined by the search for authenticity. probably moreso post covid. the k graph or whatever the fuck it’s called is probably the defining image of this era. you have pure(as much as i hate this term) slop on one end and