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Photos: Neil Baird


Welcome to the world of Father Compost

An individual trapped in their own isolated sustainable biosphere. Their daily habits are repetitive, functional and filthy. This life is not lived from the hand into the mouth, but from the ass into the maw. A fading star destined to disappear in the lonesome darkness of the universe rises to shine one more time.     –more info


Exploding Star


Moments of magic are moments of light

a star shines at its’ brightest just before it will ignite

Oh I am radiant, radiant, radiant, radiant, radiant

I am an exploding star

As the red giant elapses and swelters into dust

up-stands the white dwarf newly fused from the gust

Forgotten the strain, forgotten the pain,

from the nebular cloud against all the odds, I am standing up straight

Somewhat humbled and smaller but none the less

a radiant star once again.