December 2011
80 posts
WORDS FORM MY FRIEND →
WELL, THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED FOR ME WAS PREHEAT 2011. THE CONSUMING FEAR BROUGHT MY GAZE TO THE RIVER, THE FLO OF LIFE. LINES OF SPIRITS, WHERE ONE’S RESERVATION IS always A QUESTION & sometimes AN ANSWER THAT BRINGS A FEELING OF BEING PULLED BACK INTO THE SELF AND DOWN THROUGH THE GRINDING GROUND WHERE I FOUND LIGHT BURNING IN THE DARKNESS.
IT LOOKED LIKE A PACKAGE. IN THE PROCESS OF...