Van Kappell
I promised myself I would write today…
I went to St. Louis to look at art and ended up looking at everything else. The vacant buildings. The ghosts of progress. The spaces where people once were. It’s...
I promised myself I would write today…
I went to St. Louis to look at art and ended up looking at everything else. The vacant buildings. The ghosts of progress. The spaces where people once were. It’s...
| Consistently Inconsistent |
a note to myself and anyone wandering by. stepping back from the noise doesn’t mean disappearing. just… recalibrating. here, in the quiet corners, I remember who I am.
| Consistently Inconsistent |
a note to myself and anyone wandering by. stepping back from the noise doesn’t mean disappearing. just… recalibrating. here, in the quiet corners, I remember who I am.
Over sold.
I don’t want to sell you anything. Not a brand, not a promise, not a neatly packaged version of myself. I’m tired of the performance, of turning every quiet moment...
Over sold.
I don’t want to sell you anything. Not a brand, not a promise, not a neatly packaged version of myself. I’m tired of the performance, of turning every quiet moment...