Injection to the head

The air clogs up with the noise.
It's diseased, and rots even as it travels into any ear canals it can reach.

If senses are in tact, interpretation of sound is mandatory;
Information derived must be delivered to the brain, despite how problematic.

Sound is like an injection to the head.
You can't say "no, thank you." You can only run away.

"Rotten Piano," a photo-manipulation experiment.

Into the Sea

"We know what the surface of the moon is better than we know what the surface of the sea floor is.”

—James Gardner

This is an old photograph taken with an even older camera along the coast of Oregon, and tortured for some time in Photoshop.  See more of my photo manipulation here.

Home

It's supposed to be safe here

If you leave 

it won't be the same when you come back

If you stay 

no one will remember your name

If you leave

you'll be running back soon

If you stay

you'll run away soon enough

It's supposed to be safe here

but I shouldn't believe it.