He’s eating cherries out of his pockets and selling weed. The sea in front of him, a palace behind.
IT’s A lost space, right before the future seems to begin.
Yet, I know there is a lack of physical boundaries. Yet, I know it’s never too late to seek a newer world.
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.
I escape in the now and I compose the new. I observe and I wander.