A thought, like an ambient smell. It wafts in like a fart. Hot trash. Musky shoes. It's meant to be ignored.

But this time, maybe--TURN NOW! FINALLY, see the metal FLY. Where would you go? A place like no other. It's either pitch black, or a miracle. A town of no rules, no pain. You have arrived.

Bloom Tomb, 2018, Carnation Contemporary, Photos by John Whitten