You watch a sad parent pack away his son’s clothes, digging through the wreckage. That’s when, maybe for the first time, I understand the depths of the disease my roommate and supposed friend has been living with. I could’ve done better.
We feel like we need to say something about why we're publishing these photographs. There are a couple of reasons and to be honest, one of them is "Holy shit, what's happening in these just looks insane and amazing and disgustingly fascinating."