Tag: Photos
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I hear their screams in the cover of the night,the cursed and the damned;they don’t know who they are, where they are. They have forgotten all their names and places,shuffling down the corridor gaunt and blank;I am at home with…
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An alternate take of my previous photograph. The foolishness of expectations. Let go of them and embrace the radical wisdom of detachment. We should not labor in the field of struggle, but accept the indifference of the universe and the…
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