“To bring me down here, three flights under our fair city, to see you, on that knockabout stage , open up your chords and bleed out, to watch me see you suffer adulation like that, to know how I care, and still want me to see it, is proof positive how you make art out of my suffering.
Art is a game to you, and I a worthy participant.”
– Doris
Words and Image by Adam Strong
Backwards Trajectory 