I have held every virtue and every vice in my bones. There have been seasons of blood vessels shattered by wrath followed an endless waterfall of deserved humility. I wait patiently for my sloth to end… and yet here I sit. I have lusted for every mountain top but kept my self chaste from that final siren’s call. These photos are the evidence of my envy for those who have seen it all and my diligence to see like them.

I have held every virtue and every vice in my bones, and I can’t tell which is the sweetest one.