chasing details in this most nostalgic air of earthly time; all is an illuminated grey, all is mute but of the kind that makes the mind colour in the rest. winter snuck in too quickly while i was turned away, too easy now that time and space are all scattered. freedom tastes bright, blinding in a way that makes the eyes light up...
i remember years ago, watching the large red moon staring down at the highway i found myself on, i remember barely believing the scene, the air that's so familiar now and yet still so foreign. the moon is smaller now, and pale, and there are still no stars, only dark satin magic, the night beautiful in her simplicity. the default is lying on...
no mans land in the post sea desert, tiny ants crawling around hungry for life, longing for pink sunsets and the fresh breeze of tingling evening energy. in the midst of it 3am wakings with a cloud of nervous hurrahs pounding in the stomach that no smoke in the world can relieve; tired, trembling, wide open eyes searching for the next spark to...
catching yourself falling for the same moments in life, the same details; simple images and tunes, even stronger when accompanied with big smiles spread across a whole family's face, capturing all the travels and car rides, the city moves, the sunday morning breakfasts, the coming-homes. what does it take to live a rich enough life to really know the characters twisting out of...
