Lost Without You

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

Gnarled tree roots that evoke the eye sockets and nasal aperture of a skull seep through the gap between an ancient structure and a medieval

“Possible is huddling in a dark cave, picking fleas out of each others fur and wishing for bison. Literally everything else humans have accomplished used

Several landscapes melt into one another, mountains and lakes and strange outcroppings near the rising sea. Lying prone, a female figure melts into the seafoam

Boxes open up windows to different scenes, where jellyfish roam among the stars and flowers bloom impossibly bright. Download the full size image here