Come, walk through my house. Unlock my doors. Glide through my halls. Let your clammy fingers fumble the walls. Break through the habitual sodomy of thought and perfect light. Widen your eyes at the milky sunlight choking the windows. Come, walk though my house.
Poor Atlas- Visual Journal Spread
February 2012
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