Far from the red deserts. Now my feet take me through the city every day, a flatland for which I am grateful on my fixed-gear bicycle, a landscape so different as to evoke the feeling that it is me--my own consciousness--that's changed.
8.13.2008
A new breath
Far from the red deserts. Now my feet take me through the city every day, a flatland for which I am grateful on my fixed-gear bicycle, a landscape so different as to evoke the feeling that it is me--my own consciousness--that's changed.
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yeah - looks pretty good. room even looks tidy in this shot
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