Sunday, May 17, 2009

A photo I took on Operation: GTFO last year. The same need to up and go has been growing in my shoulder blades lately. The desire for spaces I don't know, soundscapes I don't know, air I don't know. A life I don't know.

I have many things to say, but, I have misplaced my voice. So I shall say nothing.


  1. Hit the road, Jack. Get a backpack, fill it with easy-to-clean clothes, some deodorant, body soap, and some protein bars.

    Now is the time to find space: open space, closed space, busy space, dead space.

  2. You have missplace your words, that's not that bad, I instead have lost the meaning of mines, that's tough.

  3. I consider that permission granted.

    Mariana - both come back. Eventually.