"We’ve been skyscraped and fistfucked, star-torn and reborn in a baptism of fire that would make little sense to the uninitiated or, for that matter, to our former selves."
"Come on, you mangled fucker, I gestured. Time to end to it once and for all. Make my day. No one will ever be able to touch you for it."
"Standing my ground, I sighed into the viewfinder as I waited for the ironic conclusion to this outlandish haiku of breath and flesh, the dulling brush of limbs, the mildly apologetic grunt."
"Now, more than ever, we need far-out angels flitting about in technicolor all over the fucking place, while the dull gods in dark suits are doing their best to nail us to the cross of compliance."
"Everything around us was covered in a fine, cotton candy frost. The whole scene had a surreal and eerily peaceful feel about it, like waking up in a hospital bed after a drunken night gone bad."
"The palms that shot out from the frayed sleeves were calloused, as if they wrestled day and night with some terrible iron angel I could never comprehend. The wrists were impossibly thin."
"Delivered from sleep, I was the infinite outcast, the wandering fool, my eyes renewed by nocturnal angels. I marveled at the secrets that made flowers flourish in their tidy beds, the stoic indifference of idle playgrounds shone through painted steel."
"I thought I’d seen it fucking all in this place, but this new devilry utterly confounded me."
"I stood around listening for a while, then I sat down on the concrete across from them. They didn’t seem to mind. The woman was quietly sorting through a large bag of colourful stacks of paper. Perhaps they were the blueprints for the true revolution that never happened."
"Social distancing? They care not. Having the choice to rather be six feet under than spend one’s life six feet apart should be everyone’s God-given right, and they simply have the courage to claim it, standing tall and stalwart like oaks in a storm."
"Sometimes, when we’re bored, hungover, or both, we just wander around, dizzy from the carbon monoxide accumulating in our muzzles, and giggle like glue-sniffing teens at unwittingly naughty chain store names like Elf Sack, Hotwind and Chlitina."
"Looking back at these intimate, oddly alluring portraits now, I am grateful to have captured the shadow of humanity that still haunted those addled faces on the daily descent into zombiedom."
"Overhead, gulls were lamenting the platinum light. My mom, who passed away years ago, used to say that some day she’d return as one, so I always look out for her when I’m wandering the shore. I wished I could join her and fly all the way Home."
"I guess my blue eyes gave me away. And the bulky Nikon on my hip probably didn’t help. Perhaps she thought I was a brash Russian spy. Or even worse, a rogue American tourist."
"With the winds of change now ripping the globe apart, no matter if you are proud, ashamed or afraid of the flag you are destined to stand under, remember that you are always free to make up your own mind. This is a right, not a privilege. And it’s sure as fuck worth fighting for."
"Sometimes the best you can do is to just let the camera hang on your hip, keep your head down and aim to present a moving target - one foot in front of the other - to the perpetual chaos and sensual assault."
"Over time, one seems to just get used to it and go with the synthetic crystalline flow, paying precious little mind to the muddy depths beneath. It’s all about smoke and mirrors. Hair and make-up. Tits and teeth, baby."