not necessarily in love – but knitted with purpose.
These streets and buildings turn us inside out,
put rot in our heads.
We are solid in our bones and in our ways.
and separating at Atlas C1.
Trying to conceal our humanity
Do not forget how it’s done
You can borrow my pen if you need to understand
the anatomy of ink.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.