Yet, I know there is a lack of physical boundaries. Yet, I know it’s never too late to seek a newer world.

He’s eating cherries out of his pockets and selling weed. The sea in front of him, a palace behind.

I escape in the now and I compose the new. I observe and I wander.

IT’s A lost space, right before the future seems to begin.

Ein Nike Zeichen aus Strass glitzert an ihrem Oberschenkel. Am Horizont, Neonlicht und Starbucks und das Gefühl, Teil einer Szene aus vergangenen Zeiten zu sein.