i miss the old Knit on Leonard Street
the sunset on the west side concrete
your eyes on fire with a lust for the ages
turned only toward a book's thousand pages

stamp my hand, let me in
the drum beats to the sound of my sin
we fought more often than not but we fought fair
and i know you're calling me home but it's all up in the air.

scans of gelatin printed double exposures (in camera), 2004/05?

barcelona, 2007

from christmas lights set, 2009