A week after my drugs ran out, I left my bed to perform at the college, deciding at the last minute to skip both the doughnut toss and the march of the headless plush toys. Instead, I just heated up a skillet of plastic soldiers, poured a milkshake over my head and called it a night.
CAMBODIA // SEPTEMBER 2017
Our first post from Tunisia – the fashion chamber….
TUNISIA // MARCH 2013
“Owning and maintaining a fraud had a way of gradually demoralizing one. And yet from a social standpoint it had to be done, given the absence of the real article.”
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep – Philip K Dick
THAILAND // MAY 2017