photos by klaus echle, a forest ranger in germany’s black forest who came to gain the trust of this young female red fox. but after six months, at the start of the mating season, she disappeared. “i still miss seeing her,” he said.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
New tattoo selfie because I’m fuckin jazzed about it! It’s a sound recording of my sister saying “I’ll like you forever, I’ll love you for always.” It’s also tattoo #2 on the beginning of my half sleeve