I'm on my way out.

‎"...and I think we all spend some time contemplating the glass."

a blur

the light that followed you in won't be one that follows you out

reading in bed

I've been dreaming and sleeping with my eyes open

Today I threw an old DSLR in a ziploc bag and went underwater.

how can I lead when I'm born to follow...

a blank canvas surrounded by blank space

the universe is small

you don't even know how to spell my middle name

while you slept last night

I dipped my palms in wax and counted off the hours

your face is my face

cleanse my face in the sea

you say the city air has been good for me

the water is still calling my name

Today I shot over 100 self portraits in the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

More to come.

how many times can you photograph the same person in the same room?

our morals have mixed

I cannot emphasize enough that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel