Every question fades away. Doubts always dissolve. Some moments are saturated in life, a few seconds splashed with a sensation so sparkling it burns your bones. Others... flop by, limpingly exhaling but extinct before they have the chance to collapse into the strange perception of "now"....the moment, a moment, every moment- a singular movement of the heart & lungs- any given minute, this one, that one, the next one...
Friday night. Candles that are supposed to smell like the ocean (but really just smell like the standard faux floral hot wax), Erik Hassle sort of screaming through my pathetic excuse for speakers & a big mug of water that should be tea, but I've run out of milk. What I would do to be on a beach somewhere, with nothing but a bottle of wine and my camera.


















































