Ben Frost
Scope Neglect
“… frosty fragile fretful armadillo crawling on your naked back…”
“… frosty fragile fretful armadillo crawling on your naked back…”
Your mind is just a canvas; your life – projected film. Your skull is a museum …
Sit down. Stop thinking for a while. That thought? Let it go. Let it all go. …
“… sifting the swells and drones for every shade of radiance…”
Your mind is just a canvas; your life – projected film. Your skull is a museum …
Another sunset without you. How precious were those little moments… how futile are these tardy words. …
Sit down. Stop thinking for a while. That thought? Let it go. Let it all go. …
“… an exercise in reflective restraint, dreamy atmospherics, ebbing dynamics, and divine textures…”