ericdream of making sonic explosions from a loudspeaker in backyard of old family's home at night
ericwe are not the same
erixtriptych or montage
ericused to think of everything so seemingly vigorously as a cope but now the fog is just so much
ericall buildings blacked out no lights against the sky which was darkened and bruised and then suddenly blue like daytime in the weird corner, few people quietly walking in a direction as they do after a movie theater let's out looking back at me enjoying cigarette way too much, somehow legs are jelly in my sleep
erichow much longer for the us life model
ericstaring up from the street at the sky texture mapped poorly onto the box barely containing all the buildings stumbling around to check if it's really just a box, and then nodding with smile after finding suspicions are true, looking at poorly mapped ad texture on strange corner of building