Seawall.

fear of change is an avoidance of truth

Graveyards.

City lights, receding.

Running through the city at night, in the rain, through the busy streets, under the awnings of the bus stops with the rain drops hitting them, the sound of distant sirens and the automated bus announcements and the chatter of the people makes you feel like maybe Charli xcx was right, maybe everything is romantic.

My fugue fantasies remain unfulfilled.

Some unedited Kodak Easyshare DX4530 pics from the prairie.

Ponca City refinery II.

Amber Specters.

12.01.2024