days as grass
days as grass is here. portraits of strangers on trains. portraits n words. how I got by when I was living n Newark, when I was heartsick n sick fr New York n living with a craigslist stranger n just our one room, back when I still didn't know how to spend time with anyone, n often felt closest to th strangers sitting next to me on th train. this zine is a love song fr them, n fr persevering through that time.