Today has not been a good day. If I were in a better frame of mind, I would have much to say about what I thought was a shoddy month of capturing myself. But, as it transpires, I managed to get a fair amount of imagery conjured up. I overuse the word ‘conjured.’ I need to find an alternative before posting August’s self-portraits. However, I’m in a ‘today can go fuck itself to death’ frame of mind, so I’m just going to leave some photos here for you to enjoy (?) I hope they creep you out.

The one standing with the green back drop, print and to the wall.
Thanks for your work!
Your work is incredible! Very inspiring and comforting.
Oh! lucrurile cum vorbesc,
Și-n pace nu vor să te lase:
Iubire frantă te adoarme
Pringrai aproape omenesc.
Tu le crezu moarte,și trăiesc
Împrăștiate-n orice minte__
Oh! lucrurile cum vorbesc,
Și-n pace nu vor să te lase.
Șî căte tu nu povestești
Le lași în pusnicia lor retese:
Cu tot ce sufletu-ți uitase
Te -mbie sau te chinuiesc__
Oh! lucrurile cum vorbesc.
Eu scriu ,poate mai scrii și vrei să nu-ți vorbesc?