Flolivers Travels

I have seen the fabric of the cosmos, the threads of interconnected matter, visible and otherwise, that bind us in this cycle of becoming, being, unbecoming, void. There is one bathroom at the Orb. One.

Blockhause de Capbreton, France. 43.64423610291232, -1.446818952502147 https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blockhaus_de_Capbreton 

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Everyone walks away from trauma differently. Jake never ate a pepper again. Looked askance in the produce section and lost his preference for fajitas and pepper beef. Reggie and Tom, on the other hand, made a point to eat more peppers. All the time. That hideous monster and its offspring be damned.

BTS of this shot in which the HO Scale figure is attached to a piece of wire with tack and floated above a white cutting board in a sheetpan full of water and eucalyptus-leaf lily pads.

Kevin could read the wind. He knew which way the current was moving. The frogs and the flies were onto him. He was a man, and he didn’t belong here. Well he wasn’t going to let them see his cry face again. It was time to leave the pond.

They agreed on that too, then.

Accepting Cliff’s invitation was a mistake. Now Gavin was lugging 50lbs of tent and freeze dried butternut dal up a rock. For what? Friendship? Please lord let a wind free me from this torture, he thought. They approached another vista where Cliff waited, pointing, ready to give another lecture. Gavin hated butternut dal.