Today I listened to probably six hours of a podcast about how Christian Nationalists are trying to turn our country into a theocracy.
And then I took these photos.
It's a real question:
What happens when I close my eyes?
Do these dreams change me?
There's always a road. It never ends.
There's no room for the pagan, the unbeliever.
The scream of god is in every moment.
The stain of god rests on every real thing.
The light always fades.
Propaganda swallows us whole.
It is the god in the shadows.
