And you know that the secret ingredient is the refinement of your soul found in the knowing that all of this won’t last.
A lone manin simple pantsand a simple shirtin a quiet room says: We have ruined so much, we could become so...
I might be in our apocalyptic future, foraging for food in ashes and not crunching charred crust in my teeth. Everything is artisan when it's one of a kind
The warming glow of Sabbath lightenfolds us with a golden hue.Angry street fires pierce the night, kindled by rage at deaths...
We are all leaders, ready to shine our light through the thick darkness. So to my fellow revolutionaries I say: this is not just about abuse, sex, or power- there’s more.
