Distorted Perspective
The Fall
Drew
Gradiate
Olivia
Yellow

i have a new instagram which is part of a greater project that is still in progress. anyway, it’s why all of my images are vertical lately.

Drew

Going for tacos with Drew

everything is full-speed right now and that can be entertaining and such but some nights we just end up like this

First Friday
First Friday
First Friday
First Friday

it’s been a very strange couple of weeks with significant changes to life and plans but that’s how the world works sometimes. it’s quite fitting that a first friday seemed to mark the official transition.

sitting alone in the new warehouse, a loop i made on repeat for about it’s thirtieth minute. i have food leftover from bertie lou’s but no silverware. it’s a nice day and i’m going to edit poetry in a nearby park. it’s not the worst situation i’ve ever been in.

Hope

it was right at 7:00, and V called out is anybody up? they’re at the doors with bolt-cutters and the rumors of eviction had been building but the last notice had already passed and we, perhaps foolishly, still believed this place, our little hallowed ground, would be possible. fifteen minutes later the locks were changed and the windows were boarded and nobody was allowed to grab anything and the warehouse vanished.