One Picture/One Paragraph
i remember the first time i ever saw a madonna del latte.
To my surprise, blood has not made much of an appearance during this season.
In the act of photographing is the act of holding you.
Some of those images cut like a blade to someone like me, who has spent half his life in Athens.
After a meditative walk in the Kiyosumi Garden in Tokyo, I walked into a random store.
This is an antidote to the sickness spit out by media commentators.
I am aware that I am breathing difference to memory
Therefore you were permitted to break your opponent’s bones.
We object to her kindness, but she insists, proceeds, and we surrender.