I’d driven 9 hours straight, after a restless first night on the road. Just a few hundred miles into an 8000 mile journey. I didn’t understand what was still pulling me, or where it was pulling me too, but there I stood on the shore, smiling at what would be my first of many (only a few actually) baths on the road. // 8.2.17
gentle waters
I could hear the gentle lapping of water
A reminder that all is in constant motion
misdeveloped
shapes
have you ever seen a baby pigeon?
2016
flavor
NYC
2017
Bird cuts
it just is
Coast
Neruda
Must Stand Up
NYT. 6.09.20
Self I
post flash-flooded commute on the back of a motorbike. Saigon, 2016
light that ever was
for yourself and others
shade until the sun starts to set
mexico, 2020