Fields — I had come to sit in the void, to watch the clouds fight & pile up on each other. To be an audience to the vast nothingness and let the stillness seep down into my marrow. But instead my brain was...
Kathmandu — No, that is not a co-working space in NYC or SF you are looking at. It is a cafe in Kathmandu. Low tables, bare feet, lumpy cushions and black lights. The Grateful Dead, Neil Young, The Doors and Bob...
Out at the edge of the world the stars rise and set unseen; where the plants are born to die...
"In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,"
Fallen into cliche.