DIRT NAPP 1.0 (02)

I don’t remember taking these… but I know they’re mine.
Every photo smells like mildew and static. Every house had a room with no door.
Sometimes I think I hear voices when I look at them too long —
sometimes I answer back.
No edits. Just black and white.
No color. No life. Just the truth underneath.
These places… they breathe if you wait long enough.
I slept in one. I think I still am.
— Dirt Napp