by    /   Robert Tyree

cloudy sunday just before seven is quiet.

epically quietoffsite_gia_goodrich003Post-festival depression?
offsite_gia_goodrich049During the festival, I’m consumed and don’t have time to properly be. I sleep too little, drink too much, nub excessive smokes and feel robbed of my direction. My aptitudes swept away by a world running beneath my feet.TBA11_Day_Eight-3Sitting in a quiet room with two weeks’ artifacts: newsprints, programs, disorder and a laser machine.TBA11_Day_Nine-1I knew this before going in.TBA11_Day_Eight-68Bookending a thought Noelle opened with: a festival should leave you broken. That’ll be my way of saying spiritual.Andrew_Dinwiddle_gia_goodrich021The profanity of my habits and routines unbuttons during TBA.

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I never know how to get back, but somehow it happens.

Photos from the top:

Gia Goodrich 1,2,6

Wayne Bund 3,4,5,7