last October we traveled around the world together. I guess I was
was in love. We would stow away on row boats, trucks and ships to get
to our next destination.
We didn't have very much money, but we had love and that kind of currency can't be made in a job.
That kind of currency is what saves the world, propells the world and makes it glow
at night.
Our love was gigantic, as big as the earth.
And then it ended. In a day it ended, simply, with elegance
and little drama. This is the last picture of us I have.
The other image is where I'm currently writing from...I left all
people I knew before and moved into an isolaltion oil rig.
Now I dream in black and white, now the oil is the richness
in my world.