naked honesty. standing up for the truth.

to live and breathe. to walk and smile. to think and feel. all for the sake of gaining...an understanding of the mere purpose. of essence. this life and this behavior. this expression. it i dangerous. it hangs your naked honesty out to dry. and the clothesline

claims to save your soul. there's a faith. and it is twisted and tainted and

scarred at times. but it is always beautiful. as there is a lust for yesterday's

taste. thoughts of indifference. a produced lie. to yourself only to negate your being through

patterns of maintenance. depending on an 'insight'.

which is nothing more than just wanting to linger

bad faith. but it is the story of generations

crossed. and it unfolds. and the pursuit is indefinite. there is a paralysis of reality. a rational ignorance. the more you know of yourself, the further you get from the basis of knowledge.

for it changes. and this is an invariant nature. 0f humanity. brewed uncertainty. leads to choices

made. and the expected value, offers relief to the toxicated soul. overwhelmed with analysis,

the gamble refused. Neglecting further growth of repeated plays. devaluing the positive

value expected. the probability leads to high maintenance knocking

on the front door. perhaps a comprehension of metaphysical proportions.
yet with anger, you are six feet beneath the ground with no one but your
honestly to brood over you. does your consciousness feel at ease?

(Photograph: sublime, toned silver gelatin print 2008)