From hipbones to wallets made of human skin to babies in jars, a look at the macabre objects that some people just can’t seem to throw away.
|How I loved the view from here...|
|I am quite certain that was an open field.|
|I see towers where there were trees. All the stillness, all the solitude, going. Disappearing all the time. When things were beautiful...|
|All things are beautiful. All trees, all towers, beautiful. Pretty isn't beautiful, pretty is what changes. What the eye arranges is what is beautiful.|