how can such a tiny “city” be filled with so many horrid assholes?
beneath the tree is where I buried all of my pets that passed away when I still lived at home. it was nearly the highest point on the property, from which you could see everything rolling out before you. I still think about the cats and hamsters and beta fish that rest there whenever I visit.
kodak 120 tmax400, expired 2011
this is where I grew up. I wish I could say something poetic or stirring about it, but words seem to escape me at the moment. I was lonely and resentful at times as a child, but looking back now, I wouldn’t trade my homeschooled mountain-boy childhood for anything, as it made me the fucked-up-animal-loving-woods-minded-day-dreaming-weirdo I am today.
impossible project px680