Gardens where we feel secure

some small hope

hej hej

 it was direct sunlight! tree trunk bare branches all golden! direct sunlight!

Roskilde

nej

so that's all done and dusted

home(s)

(Liquid cat explodes)

Blue skies are comin'

We had no sun for a month.

juillet

the cats' backs make mountains and the mountains make mountains

all the world is rising up like vomit, filling up my ugly little mouth

Forgive me for Ezra Furman puts it nicely, though the words don't quite fit the picture. Trying to make things make sense in the final days of a wandering project, odd collections of images up at once and not ending up anywhere just yet.