I Am Giving Up
/I believed there was a way out, and I thought if I could find it and document it then others would find a way out too.
Read MoreWriter | Photographer
Writing and photography by Ryan Trimble
I believed there was a way out, and I thought if I could find it and document it then others would find a way out too.
Read MoreHad death come for Willy in that moment, in that matchbox garage, I suspect he wouldn’t have shuddered. Nor would he have succumbed without a terrible fight.
Read MoreThere's a popular story going 'round that sounds something like this: excellence is achieved by doing one thing well.
Read MoreI believe, as Freud and Nietzsche do, that our motives remain unknown to us. So I can't tell you why I do photography. But I can theorize.
Read MoreWhen Tiff was a toddler, her mother would send her to the neighbor’s to borrow a loaf of bread, which would serve as family dinner.
Read MoreThe Delta Bike Project supplies the community of Mobile, Alabama, with transportation, recreation, and simple work opportunities.
Read MoreDo you ever feel exhausted or alone or confused so badly that the answers you normally feed yourself about life and meaning lose their efficacy?
Read More"It looks like I'm kind of a hellraiser and shit, but they think I'm an angel."
Read More"Music is a shared form of art. It's one thing to play a song and enjoy it, but it's a whole other thing when you perform in front of an audience."
Read More"I have no address, no bills, no power, no gas, no rent. I don’t have a care in the fucking world."
Read More"That’s been a huge awakening for me: I am who I am. And whatever God is, he's not mad at me."
Read MoreWhen Hill first arrived in Moab he had no intentions of settling down. He believed he could always live happily out of his truck. But over time Hill acquired—as he puts it—“a bunch of stuff.” Which includes a store full of bikes.
Read MoreWhen Mama Peaches told the police she had been raped by the man who employed her, she wasn't transported to the regional hospital for a rape kit as you'd expect.
Read More“I got cancer in my leg when I was 16, but the doctors were able to save me and keep it from spreading."
Read MoreA few years ago, a tree nearly took Glenn out. Cracked his head, shattered his left arm. But he's still going.
Read MoreA weblog and lifework. Powered by angst, ennui, and anhedonia.
Joplin blew out a hit. The smoke hung and twisted in the sunlight, and he studied it there, looking for an answer or sign.
I don’t know how best to tell you this, but you’re wrong. You’re wrong about me, and I fear you are wrong about the world.
When David Shay began smoking spice, he believed he was choosing a safe, legal alternative to marijuana.
Misfits threaten to diversify Provo, Utah, with The Boxcar Studios—an atelier and community events center.
A profile of a young addict prompts reflection on the American way.
Meditation has inspired me to "let go." But how can I engage the good fight if I give in?
Wordle is unique in that it’s an addiction you can’t indulge to your detriment.