The key is to have a religion then lose it then find a new one. To become a master of something. Kung fu, say, or fucking. To look at all times as if one is flexing all the muscles especially the ones in the center of everything.
What’re ya in for, punk? he said, when the cell door slammed behind me and the locks all […]
Somewhere on a battlefield in Europe is a cranium, in which echoes an asylum visit. The visit has […]
Why am I Celeste? Why am I, Celeste? Who is the this? What invokes the this that is this, […]
These photographs are from Riverbed Stories, a series I began in 2014 that documents the riverbeds beside the industrial areas of Erith and Dartford. It’s a location that I have been photographing since 2009, during which time it has become more polluted. Mattresses, chairs, televisions, and car tyres litter the beds, along with handless gloves, floating shoes and discarded baby carriages.
“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and […]
Donitz parked by the Salvation Army Store. He had an apartment now. His first. He’d always lived with […]
