I was inspired by how far down our news feeds reach, going infinitely lower, if only we could scroll that long. What effect does that have on our small, fragile dreams and phyches? What is it like to live constantly faced with other people's (curated) personal lives? What is it like to feel like you are in-between life's stages of school, career, family? What is like to never forget or be forgotten, to have a digital record of all mistakes and mundane moments? How do you grow? How do you hold together your internal collection of impulses, sensory information, and inspirations long enough to get anything done?

I only wanted to accomplish two things with this project: try my hand at writing, and experiment with the formatting of online media. I absolutely love the story-making process, and I hope to actuate that dream any way I can, hopefully to bigger, better (and truer) things.

In early spring '16, we heard about this place called the Paint Mines in Colorado, and on a nice warm day, we shook off the deep freeze of winter and went to check the place out. It was a colorful little canyon with a small stream running through the middle of it. Walking around the paint mines, an idea hit us. So, we grabbed some clothes from our costume chest, some spanish-pyrite stones (these wild naturally-occurring cubes), came back to the canyon the next day with our 35mm camera, and left right as the sun was setting. Then we got the pictures developed, and in my free time, I wrote part one and ever so slowly put the photos together. Also, I ended up learning shodo, the practice of Japanese calligraphy, and had a couple month stint painting kanji in the morning. That was nice.

-Jimmy, Sophie