Without A Stitch

Men invite the devil in at every angle and then prate about the garden of Eden and the fall of man. - Thoreau

tugging at loose threads

sweet fruit of souls fermenting

naked in eden

Author's Note

“In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting out our real characters, even more clearly than we see others awake. But an unwavering and commanding virtue would compel even its most fantastic and faintest dreams to respect its ever wakeful authority; as we are accustomed to say carelessly, we should never have dreamed of such a thing. Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.” - Thoreau