When I was alone on the mountains, who I was, what I did for a living, my life in New York, they all became irrelevant. All that mattered was that I was alive and I was there.

"Hi, I just pooped a little."

It’s the spring sun.

Woodstock, NY

Any song that has “the sun” in it sounds good right now.

The cone of shame

This summer will be better than ever. / Brooklyn

I’m in my office in New York; feeling stuck, imprisoned. I dream of places far away, of the possibilities I reject by choice every day. I don’t feel so good today. Peru’13

People who make things.