First Christmas Morning Alone Since... Ever.
This was my first Christmas morning alone. Not abandoned… just observed. Watched from a distance by people curious where I’d land after the fall. Indifference cuts cleaner than hate.
This was my first Christmas morning alone. Not abandoned… just observed. Watched from a distance by people curious where I’d land after the fall. Indifference cuts cleaner than hate.
A few folded pages can do something a perfectly optimized post cannot: exist on their own terms.
Sometimes an album tells a story. Sometimes it builds a place you cannot leave until the last song.
A good photo can stop you. A good sequence can move you somewhere you did not expect.
A book, a song, a photo essay, a strange little zine. How do you choose? Start with what you want from the work, compare projects you could actually make, and give one of them a finish line that preserves the interesting part.