a new addition

introducing the first in a series of lame ass attempts to avoid writing and regretting. I've said more than once recently that not every photographer is a writer whose given up on words, but i am.

and i am,
you know?

i'm just a big old mess over here and it's better if that mess stays inside my four walls. or finds a constructive way to express itself rather than the scrambled egg of emotion that would end up on my face in a few days.

i do very much want to start working on my photo essays.
but then, sometimes i just want to play call of duty
or shag
or think about the absurd.

so shit.
this is something like a first kiss on a date you never wanted to have.
yes.

lets kick it off: here is a photo of how i feel tonight.