and through these transformations between
naked boys and naked owls we howl at the moon.
because we know that we'll be always
and always will be we sitting and staring
and listening and photographing.
Endlessly, irrevocably
down to earth.
I hope you can justify the things i see, the things i steal,
i hope to collect enough souls to mend my trousers, and to mend our shower door. it's broken.