my own private idaho

persona

sedmikrásky (daisies)

found a "fly tip" today - a bunch of garbage piled up just behind the house down the hill and into the meadow where the dog walkers go - where the trees and the remains of the old well is. Someone came by in a truck and vomited all their broken trash and rubbish all over the land. i went back and picked up some things ... an old book of music and a basket, some terracotta pots...

twin peaks

the night is filled with mares.

withnail & i

we live off of some fruit each day that sustains our belief that we will always "have enough time" to do everything we have on our list of things. But time is never endless. Time is always most definitely always run out.

henry & june