Frank doesn't like me playing outside after dark. Into the warm woods cabin I go. A home for only the weekend,but the fire lasts as we drink hot coco with big marshmallows sinking our skin into the hunter green rug. Red and mustard blankets are folded in the corner, the fire burns and I've got my notebook open on the floor. Bullet talking at night, speaking of Kafka and life after death. He said that death is not separate from life, but an important part of it. We are forever re-born in the land of the living. As Jung said, "the human body knows how to be reborn." In the dense forest, I feel an eternal shade of young.
light skin and bare ankles, where has your love gone on a full moon night in the rockies.
eternal youth, eternal sunshine. fuck a boy in Sacramento. lose your mind. i want to eat an orange.
photos by: Brian Sorg