A couple sit, leaning into each other for comfort in a space that combines a rocky seashore and the rigid structure of the halls of learning. The colors are faded out like an old photograph, and flowers float over the scene. In a decorative frame, the text reads: “the history books forgot about us”
The First Church of Go The Fuck Outside is a Discordian tradition founded by the Right Reverend Nigel. This image drops the cussing for broader
A lone woman walks in a confusing dark pathway, pillars and graffiti and broken glass and buildings loom everywhere around her, the light to her
A winged figure vanquishes a foe in the center of a temple to knowledge. Layers of texture and warm brown tones muddy the water between
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
A hooded figure rests against a tree trunk at a wooden bridge, though it’s unclear whether they are merely tired or worse. The woods are
