6 Jul 2022

The bitter, the sweet, the pressure release. I didn’t know where I was going and still don’t, but I have always loved the moment where everyone knows they’re wading in the same deep shit. It is the moment I can throw off the robe of the golden child, briefly, letting myself feel the sewage.

A white three-story building with dark brown trim roses up from the bottom of the photo, with a hand-painted sign saying “Iglesia Cristiana”.