Roma, La Cittá Eterna. We spent more time drinking Moretti beers in front of the Trevi Fountain after dark than learning ancient history of the city. This building needs a retouch. It was real, it was grea.

Spends up to 10 hours being painted by world famous painters so that he can fully merge with his surroundings in hopes of becoming invisible by occupied passersby. Critics have called him a fraud and a cheat but the pictures below is the result of painstaking hours of patience, intricate painting, and most of all, a higher level of creative innovation.

As an aspiring writer, I need somewhere to put the things I write, somewhere out there, beyond the confines of my own head and computer. This is that place, a kind of litmag of stories and poems as I write them, by no means finished or polished, by no means exhaustive, but out there, for good or ill. I hate myself for wanting that.