Canadian Born. London Bread. Texas Based.
By way of Colorado.
I live in a space of trial and error,
love and creation,
Saturday nights and Sunday mornings.
I (attempt to) recognize and celebrate the duality of perspective.
By convention sweet, by convention bitter, by convention hot, by convention cold, by convention color: but in reality atoms and void
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your inner voice.