Listen, it cannot be seen, it is beyond form. Look, it cannot be heard, it is beyond sound. It is a struggle over the nature of reality. We want to write a peaceful story and mold a perfect form to slip into. We are in touch with our inner selves, our imaginary selves. And when we know those selves, they are alive in us for others to see. We project art, and love, and imagination all over. You are hypnotized by the fiction of your own poem and write it everywhere. Your defenses drop and you see you reality in it's blunt fullness. Falling tao.
maxi dress from the skandl
sunglasses by Karen Walker
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand
listening to Falling Tao by Random Rab