A track for hovering above a mist-laden coast dappled with trees or immersed in the swirling complexities of a raindrop. // Post by Ben
There’s that glow of déjà vu. I refuse to use a map. The highway signs are a radial blur. I’m nuzzling up to these illusions in the driver’s seat; they’re siphoning my self-worth. // Post by Ben
“I am not a big fan of my body and would like to leave it. Not die, but retain all my thoughts and be free of my body.” – Mike Hadreas // Post by Andrew Bundy
It’s the perfect amount of chilly in my car. All night it’s been pouring and the roads are covered in … More
New video from French duo The Blaze points an unflinching camera towards masculinity, family, love, male intimacy, and violence.
Photo and words by Ben Montemayor I don’t know why, I don’t know why / I return to the scenes … More
With my limited comprehension of Spanish, I have this breathless sense of near understanding in the songs – the way poetry often inspires emotions just out of reach of the rational.
At first there’s nothing, just a void — modulated synth notes vanishing like vapor. But now there appears to be an unfurling. A drop of liquid sends a ripple through an emerald stained puddle …
i stopped shaving my armpits for a month because i was stoned one night and got suddenly very terrified of dying
without ever knowing how truly weird and hairy my body can get.
By Ben Montemayor Later the evening spreads out against / against the sky The sun is drifting behind the mountains … More