The Physical Impossibility of Living in Something Dead


The Golden Scarab
What is photography?

To capture the present? To entrap it for posterity, for the 'yet-to-be's? Are we so caught up with the idea of living for the future that we forget about the current, the present?

Where does this leave us all?


Bubbling Joy In Barcelona

Sycophany/ Self-preservation

Romance of the two wisdom teeth

Art Appreciation 101