Tag: photography
it’s getting cold and dark and quiet and I’m not okay, I’m not okay with this. so I guess I’m looking at holes and crevices and wells, searching for a place I can creep inside and just sleep away the winter.
behold
visual journal, november
i, procurator of holes
at first glance this appears to merely be a bad photo of a cygnine fundament but in many ways it is in fact an xray of my very soul
reflections/waterline in the penguin enclosure
when i die just tip my body into the tank, leave it resting on the sandy floor as part of the exhibit, let the kids push their clammy noses up the glass and watch the crabs picking over my carcass, watch the eels worry the flesh from my bones, i’m so happy here, i’m so happy
i found another dismal aquarium