the new, the classic, and everything in between
life is so goddamn strange right now… there’s really no other way to slice it. aliens are confirmed real… not that I had any real doubts before… but no one cares because the cost of living is unlivable and the planet is trying to purge the virus that is humans. every day we wake up to more unfathomable news, and continue to sip our coffees, read our books, breathe in the ever growing toxic air, and carry on existing. and sometimes it all feels too much, and too confusing.
It’s the first week of July…. I’m moving my home and studio…. boxes stacked in every corner of my apartment. Bags and bins creating towers that carry the likeness of a castles highest tower. One misplaced stone and it all comes crumbling, tumbling down.
