THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY THREE MONTHS OF LIVING IN COSTA RICA HAS BEEN ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY, THE 4 TWENTY ONE PILOTS’ ALBUMS: SELF-TITLED, VESSEL, BLURRYFACE, AND TRENCH. THIS UPCOMING 4-PART PHOTO SERIES WILL FEATURE CAPTIONS WITH THEIR LYRICS DESCRIBING AN EVEN DEEPER CONTEXTUALIZATION OF MY OVERALL PURE VIDA EXPERIENCE.
as it’s the fourth and final part of this series, i should probably mention that every photo in the entire series was shot from the hip. i never raised my camera to my eye. so, i never really knew what i was capturing until i got back to my room and went through them.
i can’t believe how much i hate. pressures of a new place roll my way. no, we are not just graffiti on a passing train.this culture is a poacher of overexposure.i’ll morph to someone else. i’m just a ghost.hide you in my coat pocket, where i kept my rebel red. i felt i was invincible, you wrapped around my head.i’ve always been collected, calm, and chill. i want you to follow me down to the bottom. underneath the insane asylum.sometimes i feel cold, even paralyzed. my interior world needs to sanitize.nice to know my kind will be on my side. i don’t believe the hype. and you know you’re a terrible sight. i’m lighter when i’m lower. i’m higher when i’m heavy. in city, i feel my spirit is contained. i move slow, i want to stop time. i’m sorry i did not visit. did not know how to take it. when your eyes did not know me. i needed change of pace. couldn’t take the pace of change. you’re loving on the psychopath sitting next to you. you’re loving on the freakshow sitting next to you.
