st margs was a magical time for me, equal parts heart-bursting exhileration and mind-crushing lows.

I grappled with a lot of issues, then, and was consistently proding the universe, seeking answers for every aspect of its existence.

life was theatrical, surreal, unreal.

this series of pictures chronicles the more muted magical moments of that period. they're also the first pictures I ever took with my own camera.

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