“From down this black pit where my heart is sped”

We are all latecomers, standing on the bones of everything before us.

When the forest fire’s haze crests the mountains and you can stare at the sun.

Do wake in the dark. Do see the candied dawn.

We fly. We dream in darkness. We devour heaven in bites too small to be measured. // Rebecca Solnit

For light in the dark, beacons in the monochrome, and all those stars agleam to guide us.

New temples and new gods root in the mortar and bones of old temples and old gods. One night at Sk8 Liborious in photos.