This is a story and it should be believable. You should trust what you see. The composition of a joke relies not only on its conclusion, but in the set-up, in its leading you from the realm of fact and into that of the bizarre. Here in these photographs are imagined explanations for a world that we believe no longer needs any explanation, where all signs of the supernatural and divine are left for scientists to decry. These are documents from a known world, their intention of inexplicably often as apparent as their plea for banality. These are documents from an estranged world. This is an attempt at staging a reexamination of the fantastical and phenomenal by the hordes of disillusioned. This is the celebration of mythos through its reduction into still image.

A man falls asleep one night and dreams about his childhood home in New Jersey, his family of five, his golden retriever Rex and his mother’s beef lasagna only to wake up with the realization that he has never been to New Jersey nor had he recognized any of their faces. Come to think of it, he’s allergic to dogs and hates lasagna anyway. But boy, did they have great taste in furniture.