In the morning, the train passing was the pulse through my veins. Quite ironic.
In the morning, the train passing was the pulse through my veins. Quite ironic.
too early for everything
I don’t know if I should even try to sleep at this point.
Untitled (If Only I Could Reach You)
Altered Book and Silkscreen, Fall 2009
(Also Feautured in Taken Space: An Exhibition of Queer Art, May 2012, Oberlin, OH)
I’m sorry.