The other evening I was alone bored stressed and depressed.
Yes it sounds just like every other night in my life but what about it.
So, I decided to re-do my myspace background (stop laughing right now dammit. it’s a creative outlet) and contact box with pics from Boston.
A little Photoshop, my digital camera, a few crops, a bit of hocus-pocus and eye of Newt. Gingrich.
I just love the artwork on the headstones from the early 18th Century.
Skulls, Crossbones, Skeletons and all things morbid and reminiscent of death.
When did we, as a society, become so divorced from the reality of what comes after?