Photo and words by Ben Montemayor I don’t know why, I don’t know why / I return to the scenes … More
Photo and words by Ben Montemayor When nights alone and nights you’re bored / And can’t resist or miss the … More
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’ve been brushing my teeth two, sometimes even three times per day. I floss every night. I tell myself this is because I’m becoming an adult, but mostly it’s just that I have nothing better to do now than take care of myself.