a sizable part of my soul is still lying, blue and unresponsive, on the gummy floor of a hotel room in mystic, connecticut. it wasn't too far from the spot in this photograph, a small island monastery surrounded by rock and accessable by a manmade bridge that cuts into the choppy atlantic. i took this photo after many sleepless, intoxicated days and nights. i had to get out of the room. there isn’t much i connect with from this time, other than the stinging cold, wynn bullock photographs, white flashes burning my eyes, and the rotten stench of tequila gurgling up from my gut.the beating stopped. air escaped. muscles loosened. organs failed.
i will never go back. never.
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