Funerals remind me why I used to be so religious. Apart from some closed minded tendencies and preaching about a man, who was as far as I’m aware… a man… I find comfort in its communion. It reminds me of my grandma, and a sense of greater purpose that in my fatally human state … Continue reading Funerals



I once believed that I was sculpted by the people around me     a constant spinning mass that occasionally people would draw their hands over creating new shapes of movement in my life but now                I think it's more like stamps..                   watermarks           … Continue reading Control