Quantum Gallery

“Reality is non-local.” Not only do the elementary particles that make up the things we see around us not exist until they are observed, but they are not, at the most essential level, even identifiably separable from other such particles arbitrarily far away. Under the 15 Freeway next to Qualcomm stadium exists a hidden cache of street art and skateboard ramps that are the principal components to a ‘quantum gallery’.  This quantum... Read More

Saturation Point

A target was identified, my hunger was awakened, and a mission was launched.  Atop Mt. Laguna in eastern San Diego lies the decaying corpse of a military base known as a DEW Point.  Using the internet I compiled my research of the site.  Overhead imagery, a crude hand-drawn map of the base facilities, as well as working directions of how to get there.  With flashlight in hand I headed out for the mountain-top ruins. Once part of the D.E.W. Line... Read More

Atlas Shrugged

Horns honk intermittently while the sound of engines revving and brakes whining fills in every last gap of silence. There is no silence in the city. There is no silence in modern life. The smell of exhaust is overpowering, the sickly toxic bonding of carbon monoxide with my blood – the human body craves the poison hundreds of times more than it craves oxygen. My body is killing itself. Modern life is assisted suicide. My body is dying and... Read More

Green Farm

I have long searched through this world for ruins.  Even as a child exploring abandoned places was of primary interest.  Shadow strewn construction sites, haunted burnt-out old buildings, and creepy derelict expanses were both church and school to me.  Lonely places, empty places.  Through my miserable life I have followed this impulse all the way down the rabbit hole.  I have explored the ruins of modern civilizations and ancient ones alike. ... Read More

The Grande Ballroom – by Brad I.

Our dear friend and bassist extraordinaire Dave decided to show us west coast people how they do weddings in the original rock city by taking the party back to his hometown of Detroit. A swirl of different concepts rushed into my head at the prospect of this. Along with Detroit’s iconic Woodward Blvd, where late 60s big block monsters tore up the pavement back when gas was 30 cents a gallon, I also remembered that this was the home of the Grande... Read More

Train Station

Burned out train station in Gary Indiana, November 7, 2006 Harold: Gary, Indiana! What a wonderful name, Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame. Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say, Trips along softly on the tongue this way– Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Let me say it once again. Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, That’s the town that “knew me when.” If you’d like to have a logical explanation How... Read More

Back to the Future – by Brad I.

Maybe it’d be simpler to just sum up this 3-day saga into chewable little bits – portions ripe for consumption. Well, the truth is, I can’t – or rather – won’t do that. Fuck that. Life doesn’t spill out its narrative at that pace, no matter how much this all-encompassing ‘postmodern’ framework tries to convince us otherwise. It’s an epic, sprawling clusterfuck of success and failure, of sheer... Read More

Subway

Deep within the steaming underground – beneath Los Angeles in August 2006 Down between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With the hunched and humble shoulders, Throw their laughter into toil. Subway – Carl Sandburg #gallery-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-2... Read More