The Evolution Of Filth

Trekking along the worn paths of a hidden existence in Douglasville, Georgia, I was conversing with a fellow homeless man, glad that I had caught him early in the day, before the blissful poison reached his lips and the intoxicating effects distorted his cognitive faculties. "The police pulled me over again as I was walking…

Life In The Woods (My Summer Photo Collection)

 

The Hollow Man

There he is again, wandering aimlessly through the towering trees, gliding along in yet another euphoric daze, lost in a pseudo-reality . . . It is Hollow Man, and he is on a mission to find the darkest recesses- this so he can release those heavy burdens, which are many . . . so many;…