the phototherapist:
No connection
the phototherapist:
I waited for hours
the phototherapist:
If you stand with your ear to it....
the phototherapist:
Untitled
the phototherapist:
My hands have grown
the phototherapist:
October 1 - 0600
the phototherapist:
I wake up, and the night is here already
the phototherapist:
Religion hunts in packs
the phototherapist:
truck-freeway-friday
the phototherapist:
boom gates - psychiatry ward
the phototherapist:
this way