love mystery

dis-location

My new home is familiar yet deeply different. Instead of squeezing myself into crowded subway cars, I squeeze my car into massive traffic jams. In NYC, I complained about no personal space. Out here, not letting someone into your lane is a way of claiming space. It’s car eat car.

Nice weather though.

lost inside the psychedelic factory

angels of our better nature

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the daily grind

a soulful encounter

doubt full

reflexion

fort knocks

love sandwich

the meaning of life

the lost territories

late night ponderings

it’s all a muddle

hold the mayo

going with the flow

wiping away misconceptions

the great divide

more stuff

the other reality show