This is Life

I have this thing going on in my head about what’s happening to our minds. What we expect from life, based on the transfer. What we relate to, based on exposure. What we communicate. We’re not inside our heads anymore. It’s as if we’ve been taken outside of ourselves and have to conform to something more palatable because what could be less appetizing than one’s own limitations. This is the world we live in. This is today. This is life.

the new new

always questioning this need to be new when we have the same old problems, right? but i'm not talking about boring or unimaginative. i'm talkingabout that layer underneath. the one you have to look for. why is looking such a bad thing?

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This series of photographs are works in progress.
I am too in it I can't talk about it yet.

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Grant. Sounds so religious, so unattainable.