Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
Musing on collective memory, interiority, and what it means to be young.
Caldor sunset / Remote view no. 1
Noticing errant debris and the in-between, clutter both sacred and sacreligious.
Primordial soup
An ode to sublime beauty and the grammar of place.
We used to microwave / Furta sacra
A convoluted exploration into nostalgia, re-writing, and re-writing.
