cdlxxxiii. i will be an archive

until further notice.

cdlxxix. memory

you don’t know how to make up for it.

cdlxxvi. silent words

darting in the sun like needles of rain.

cdlxxii. you hate flickr?

then you do not understand my art.

cdlx. wet/dry

the best season is silence.

cdlvi. missed photos of you

you are pooling grains and forgetting texture.

cdliv. sunday mute

i didn’t talk all day long but it was quite exhausting.

cdxlv. looks like morning

our eyes stare.

cdlix. be warned

don’t think for one fucking instant that i don’t have a heart.

cdlii. skinhead

they call me skinhead, and i got my own beauty.