sometimes, the passing of a day does something to you. it was nothing specific that happened that day. it was the day itself. the morning came in a cloud of purple and the streets dripped their dust upon you. you awoke in the magic of the now. you saw that you had this day to live, and it was mysterious to you. a man once told me i had to find what i feared most, and go live there. perhaps we only truly live when we are afraid.
some days, you have the power to embrace the mystery of now. yesterday is just a shadow in a crystal sea. everyone has their own reality where they are not frightened. and it is in this reality, that they swim. perhaps this is the only reality there is.
flower halter top by babes in the woods
cosmic bell bottoms by edge of urge
sunglasses by Quay
photos by Fernando Cervantes