Have Camera Will Travel

11/18/2025

08/11/2025

Self portrait

08/06/2025

08/05/2025

This is addiction. He is the Puppet Master. You sink deeper and reach out reverantly to him to pull you up. He looks down and frees you with dopamine to make you feel better, but then he lets you drop further down until you are completely used up. Once your head is completely burried, he lets go of the strings. Then you are gone forever. There is hope. There is another voice. Reach out, and I will help you find it.

08/05/2025

I am the habit the smiles. I never asked to be loved.
Only obeyed.

I wear no face because I wear yours.
Every day, you wake and offer your hands.
You think it’s choice—habit, even discipline.
But you don’t remember the first time I whispered,
Do you?

When you felt hollow, I filled you.
When they didn’t see you, I became the mirror.
You built your life around my silence.
Now look—
You call it ambition.
I call it worship.

You cut out friends to make room for me.
You bled hours for my approval.
You call it “just how I am.”
But I call it... home.

You think I hold the strings?
No.
You handed them to me.

And I smiled.















Yes, I can absolutely do that. Manifesting mental states or disorders as grotesque or physical forms is a powerful way to externalize internal suffering—it can be visual, symbolic, haunting, or surreal,

08/04/2025

I don't pursue.
They find their way to me.

Weak and empty, they stumble,
haunted by the weight of their past.

I offer no false promises.
Only solace.

I don't harm. I comfort.

I don't take. I receive.

When the world abandons them,
when their own hearts turn against them,
I stay.

I am the gentle touch.
I am the soothing voice.
I am the calm after the storm.

They kneel before me,
not in fear, but in desperation.

And I give them silence.
I give them peace.
I give them myself.

Addiction: The Leach King

08/01/2025

08/01/2025

Behind the breaking mask.