Sometimes the most sublime sunsets are grey
“Were you up high?” asks Kuan. “High enough to die,” says I.
And I don’t know why it was wrong for you that the sky fell into pieces
Who are you, to ask the sky for anything, to hold itself together, to luminesce iridescence, to show you glimpses of God?
Elsewhere (a work-in-progress)
“An old man calls over to where I’m sitting on a bench, from around 30 paces away, and asks if I feel like talking. It’s a reasonable enough request – I’m not doing anything but watching the water from up…
Surprise: A birthday card sent for a non-birthday occasion
I hope he does not read my blog, or the surprise will be ruined.
Grey Area
Grey Area, 17.5 x 24cm, Paper and graphite on Silver gelatin print The fourth publication of art journal VLAK includes my photo-collage Grey Area and two other photographs.
the younger version of heartache
“I’m not a romantic guy, I’m just mad about stuff.” Kuan explains his luck with a girl.
Elsewhere
“These are the times we live in: the casual sex institutionalized complex. The mass-ingested half-boredom of fucking because you can and because it’s the closest thing to intimacy that you can fake without revealing anything about yourself other than your…