Into the tomb which houses my body which houses my life
what God took I can’t take to my tomb
what God took I can’t take to my tomb
Traveling as a pack into a cradle of doubt.
Field guide to his message: a tree of
underripened fruit
The no keeps coming back, the no
with its pathetic cry
“So natural history is very much a visual endeavor for me, and collecting data is ultimately an act of making observations with regards to museum specimens.”—Brandon Kilbourne
“This book is a palimpsest, an encapsulation of influences. Here are the remnants we collect from our loved ones, from our days, the bits of dialogue, the stories, images, and small gestures that mold us. How can we mend and be mended? Through the attempt, the insistence, to forget nothing.”
I love how the act of paying attention defamiliarizes spaces that I’ve been to many times before and makes them feel new and exciting.—Ally Ang
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