THE LOSS OF PRESENCE, THE PRESENCE OF LOSS
<p>And I am always reaching to tune in, and so I’m always trying to tune out, conceptually trying to have a dialed in output that mirrors these beliefs, these ways of seeing, ways of believing, ways of doubting, and ways to relate. I have pure love and I have pure loss, and they both fill me up. I have always had time, it tips out the top of my cap every morning and every night, it can be frustrating and explosive, a nascent place in which we all live, and expressive understanding is the biggest pursuit. These photographs are from a day, and these poems span years, all the everything, all the nothing, beauty comes slow.</p>
Authors: Sam Falls
Part of: onestar press