Tara | Carl
Coffee & Tea Collective | San Diego, CA
Hasselblad 500CM | Kodak Portra 400
Tara | Carl
Edwin | Dolan
Gym Standard | San Diego, CA
I don’t know how I feel now having woke up after dreaming I had won a “pimped-out”, hovering semi-truck with a laughably large spoiler and a close resemblance to Optimus Prime. Every which way I had friends and family trying to con it from me, buttering me up, presenting phony contracts, pushing lazy logic and schemes. I lost it somehow but I wasn’t too shaken up by it. I would see it soaring through town every few days, on its own, living its own life amongst birds and skyscrapers. Friendships were mended and grew stronger. You came over in the middle of the night to sleep on my parents couch, and my brother woke up with green hair. I wrote postcards, belly down on my bed next to a new roommate who had a blurry, possibly east-asian face and never took her eyes off the laptop she used to furiously type scathing responses to other anime-forum users. Our bed was too tall for the house and lied against a wall made of windows that faced the back patio where a party that I wasn’t invited to was taking place. I could see at heads hight, lying on the mattress, the tops of boring dude’s domes and a couple looked up and saw me snickering. I turned on my back and you were in the doorway snickering too, and I walked through it and onto the spiral staircase, up to an attic without corners, a perfect cylinder at the top of a house. Kelsey had her knees to her chest, rocking to and fro discussing philosophy and the San Diego scene. Craig laughed and walked out the gate, but in a jovial, understanding way. I was in a dirt field and saw the truck dip into a valley, like a horse free on the range.
Madara, March 5, 2013, taken at Ritual Coffee in San Francisco, CA with an iPhone 5 (shot with Instagram).
Madara, March 5, 2013, taken at Moore Street Pier in San Francisco, CA with an iPhone 5 (shot with Instagram).
Toms, February 14, 2013, taken at Hess Brewing in San Diego, CA with an iPhone 5 (shot with Instagram).
Ryan, January 16, 2013, taken at Trouble Coffee in San Francisco, CA with an iPhone 5 (shot with Instagram).
Alvin, January 08, 2013, taken at Toronado in San Francisco, CA with an iPhone 5 (shot with Instagram).
Daniel, September 12, 2012, taken at Matching Half Cafe in San Francisco, CA with an iPhone 4. (Shot with Instagram)
Giant sun chips bag, framed and hung over a desolate pew, like a god to the orphans splendor.
Ducks dogs and other feathery furry insect loving munchers, in rows, compulsively marching within the confines of their lines. All red, maroon, magenta, and creamy whites, atop piles of similarly candlewax Christmas dead leaves, eggs.
Hover over my pals, not to stop as so long as I don’t lose touch of them, tap of the heads, lift of the shouder, and I, magnet boy, asfault repulsion, taking a hard left leer at the open wall houses down the street, a two story Victorian with a parade of geesey corsets tip toe touch down the stairs, lipstick a everywhere.
Derek lost his grandmother, and I never hugged anyone as strongly as I did Derek. Thick musk of his sadness collecting heavily in the scratchy wires of his mighty golden coat, a smell that locked me in with a rush of tears and turmoil as the rest of the boys walked up, unfazed, emotionless forever. Derek’s coat was a perfect scent.