There is Sun leaking in through drawn blinds stinging the corner of my eye and beckoning me to come past my inhibitions. There's a drawing of a tree that I made when I was young, it was my alma-mater, my blood pact with reality. I never faded, I only grasped on to whatever … Continue reading 05.20.18
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The Ruins
We pushed South, running like mad. Slave labor pools running the land; like insect colonies, burrowing in the Earth. Red rain fell from a blue sky, in a land rich with gold, cocaine and mistrust. It was a white man's problem that was visited on the rest of the world; like the misplaced anger … Continue reading The Ruins