Resistance Ascending

in that moment when everything is clear and something is understood we think we'll be changed. we hope that we've been reborn but then come to know better as we fall harder into our old habits, our old perspectives. this moment haunts the artist and eludes the masses. lifetimes dedicated to capturing, freezing the frame.

let this take flight.
i used to think that my thoughts weren't worth the paper on which they'd be printed. I'm still not sure, just a little more desperate. maybe all i learned from college was a deep despair wiped away by this stubborn hope that we can have some hand in our legacy.