Let me take the option to oblivion or infinity. Let me be here, and with you. Don't safeguard my sanity or my regard. I'm watching the cast-outs closely on my roundabout back-stepping route, but I'm slow, flawed, fearful and proud. I am a master tangler; I spend half my time undoing. The sweat off my skin is perfect.
Stefan was framer and curator for this week's rite. The camera and the sun made distinct choices too.
