“the trippening 3: Hello, my name is Sasha and I’m an addict”

Rapidly redesigning itself in its every rebirth with every step I take. The American Larch tree taking...

Filling the hollow remnants of the Now. Disregarding the irretrievable overlooked elation of our past. Let...

It’s total darkness. An airless fire. A flame without life. I have committed myself to the silence. My lips...