Romero

is his name. This is his room.

heat wave

The angels flocked to the beach as the Santa Ana winds blew up like heat vapors escaping Hell. They stood in the waves like zombies, still and hypnotized, staring out into the great blue cool.

SMOGSCAPES : The City of Angles

From a distance I witnessed the terrifying purple brown presence hovering over us, foreshadowing our demise.

the vault

shots that were lost over the past few months to the spaceless space of virtual memory