I'm a gross incel subhuman that will be the end of his father's bloodline.
Yes, that makes society happy.
The world seems like a post-apocalyptic ruin at the edge of total dissolution, yet full of wonder and colors. That's how someone like me must see things.
No matter what I do, the world at large seem indifferent to my progress.
Why not just let them have their drugs, their alcohol, their social media, their awful music, their parties, their STDs.
While I lie in bed, fucked up, knowing they will never care that I exist.
I am at the crossroads, I feel I could go anywhere from here, I am allowed to do anything I want.
I will go back to the source where it all started.

A gold ring I received from grandfather, gifted to me just a few months before he passed away in August of this year. My fingers were too thin for it, so I turned it into a necklace instead. I couldn't get to say farewell to him, but at least I will get to carry this in his memory.

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.

wherethetreesmeetthefreeway (2024)

Street art (2020) I'm glad to took it before it was removed.

A tree that no longer exists (2013)

This is a set of graffiti that I photographed in late 2008 with my Sony Ericsson K310. This type of stencil art was common in the 2000's, part of the social and political critique from the Bush era.

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The old home (2004)