In the window there. In the green sweatshirt. That’s me trying to piece the lines of my life together. Intersecting images and reflections. A kind of funhouse nausea with reality somewhere behind the glass.
In the window there. In the green sweatshirt. That’s me trying to piece the lines of my life together. Intersecting images and reflections. A kind of funhouse nausea with reality somewhere behind the glass.
