Sea Is Of Change

Stay Warm

Our exit

we come in from the bottom.

at birth

we drop onto

in

out

at birth.

sticky with the layers.

when we have nothing left

the books on our back

the words on our tongues

hold us to the bottom.

Fixing Koyaanisqatsi With Light

3 a.m Harmonies

It scares the fuck out of me

to think for one second

I might not have

felt

heard

seen

smelt

or tasted

every last moment in my life.

When It's Good, You Can Talk To The Dead

Goodnight

Goodmorning

Straight Through

Staying outside that long is going to make you a man.

Land Before Time

Josh

Postcard From A Hard Drive

I will trade my brother for a card reader.

Sam Scan

Looking through some old scans as I look forward to getting some film developed.