When You Drank The World

The Best Often Die By Their Own Hand Just To Get Away, And Those Left Behind Can Never Quite Understand Why Anybody Would Ever Want To Get Away From Them

Death Is Not The Problem; Waiting Around For It Is.

I Was Only Photographing In Words The Reality Of It All.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting

I Am Ashamed To Be A Member Of The Human Race But I Don't Want To Add Any More To That Shame, I Want To Scrape A Little Of It Off.