I know that there’s more going on here than meets the eye. I’ve always known it. I’ve always felt it. And we’re here in the strange middle between birth and death, gasping and clawing for something that pierces our hard shells with beauty and truth.
I’m a journeyer here, trying to find those moments. Trying to parse out the real, loamy grit from the inauthentic, from the plastic, from the hollow.
There is nothing here but observation and interpretation, because that is what comes naturally.
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