16 February 2012
DIARY, INVIERNO (WINTER)
If you like eating platefuls of spaghetti in the bathtub, and reading poetry whilst brushing your teeth, and hunting for strange things like antique glass eyeballs, and I like these things, you see, despite that society protests it’s a sin to be strange, the lie they feed the little ones like school lunches, so they’ll grow up full of untruths and stubborn.
Dreamers live like outlaws, the lost and the wild, at the fringes of society slinging their assault rifles of uniformity. Bullies and beasts will preach, “you’ll be unhappy until you’re like us,” but to be wholly yourself is paradise.
Photos by Le Cam Romain & Aëla Labbé