This is a leather bracelet on which is engraved the Our Father prayer, in Italian. It is less than an inch wide, very smooth on the outside but a little rough on the inside; sometimes it hurts my skin when I wear it for too long. I photographed it in my room at Quest University Canada, British Columbia. I bought this bracelet at the airport, one time I was traveling alone to … [Read more...] about Valeria Vergani’s Leather Bracelet
Our Fallen Spaces
Sooner or later it will get to you. And when it does, it’s already too late to dig yourself out. It’s hard to see something other than your own rotting flesh, when you move you feel as though there is a truckload of shit following you. Somehow it does so silently, attentively. It’s so silent you become paranoid and paranoia makes people woozy. People down the streets of … [Read more...] about Our Fallen Spaces