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A Glass Home
I construct a house with every wall made of glass. The glass sparkles in delight when the sun hangs his body upon its length, and turns impenetrably dark when night takes residency in the sky. The darkness is egalitarian, turns everything the same color as everything else, including oneself. The light is so clear it exposes everything (including oneself). In the mornings, strangers walk by the glass house and reflexively look inside. I’ve never bought curtains, and I don’t o


Altered States (Featured in The Museum of Sex)
Photo by Double Being (Essay featured in The Museum of Sex NYC— Higher Love: The Psychedelic Roots of Modern Sexuality) The pursuit of altered consciousness runs through nature's blueprint. Though us humans view ourselves as the most conscious species, other sentient beings also seek one of our highest longings—transcendence. Off the coast of Australia, dolphins have developed a playful ritual of passing tetrodotoxin-laden pufferfish between them to enter trance states. Acros


When Heaven Weeps
The sky splits and weeps with the reckless abandon of a teenage girl. Heaven has sprung a leak. In Thailand, the tropical winter arrives with percussion. A thousand liquid fingers drum against tin roofs. Here, winter wears no white shawl. Cold comes draped in translucent sheets that hang from eaves, transforming gravel streets into mirrored rivers. The monsoon arrives like an uninvited auntie who moves into your bedroom, and like a child, you have no choice in how she re arra


The Cost of Expediency
When profit is the primary guiding principle of urban development, what is lost is not only aesthetic refinement but the values that make a city worthy of human life. Beauty, patience, and intention are sacrificed for expediency. Building fast does not mean building well. The logic of capital demands that buildings rise quickly, cheaply, and with maximum return. This reduces architecture to basic shelter rather than an expression of a city’s unique essence. The new structures


The Location of Sadness
The Queen bed holds the wreckage of a Non-Queen The Virgin Suicides split open The litter of self: Sand speckles twisted sheets Fist...
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