We didn't realize we were making memories, we just thought we were watching movies.

“Jack, I want you to draw me like your French tractors…”

A field report from the frontlines of long-term love.

He calms the windstorm; The waves of the sea grow quiet.

Drunk with the scent of absence as the sword spun behind.

“The fire burns, the fire purges, the fire reveals.”

Time to reflect, respect and recover.

Sweet Princes pray for dreams worth remembering, but sometimes the dark of consciousness chases the ether.