You orbit someone for years. Same rooms, same scenes, same tired circles. You see each other. You nod. Youβre both exhausted by the sameness of it all, the mediocrity, but you donβt say it out loud. Not yet. Then one night, Big Sur. A campfire. Michael and Ciara are there too, but honestly, they might […]
Continue Reading →Vineyard Solipsism, Provence
This photograph doesn’t lie because it can’t. I’m alone with the weight of being the only consciousness that matters, if consciousness matters at all, drinking wine where Romans probably did the same stupid gorgeous thing.Β This is vineyard solipsism at it’s finest… the afternoon bleeds gold and I’m stealing it, one sip at a time, […]
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