It was either break down within myself and document it with photographs in order to keep my hands and body moving, or hurt something or someone, or end up in a public place, and likely be committed. I chose the former. -death valley, AZ Feb. 3 or 4 in 2010. I was found by a soul-killer. This is what they do. |
psychosis is bad no matter where you are, but perhaps having a breakdown in a desert with no suggestion of human life within a 100 mile radius is the most dignified place to have one (this wasn't the spot - note the little house/trailer in the background). |
Layers are infinite and the beauty is unquenchable. |
Just drive, shut up, and let me take the fucking pictures. |
Driving Big Sur, I left my heart behind. It was purely accidental, but I should have known this would happen. |
See?? there it is. mummified. |
If I believed in a God, I would assume that God was smiling down on this place in this moment. But, I don't, so let's just say it's very pretty. |
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