my faith

by offering incense to the idol in the background, the subject in the foreground is paying respect to her idol. it's an extension of her spiritual being, trapped in a wooden body. each is a flesh and blood, an embodiment of filth. only the spirit is pure, for the rest are insignificant. for when one passes on, the spirit is preserved in perpetual.

P.S. on the seventh day of each trip, my mind falls into a chasm. all is bright, all is dark. a door awaits for jeff, patiently waiting. With the passing of each day, A.M. regresses into the nether region of his brain, in comes M. R..

On this day, Jeff puts a name to his character: "Dyslexic" or m i?:)