Homeward bound… this cold and distant city breathes and carries on… and so do I.
I keep thinking about how unimpressed I am at what I am doing in my life these days; grasping all my hopes on the bigger picture, and the change from this apparent stalemate where I stand right now.
But it’s all good somehow.
It’s still me.
The next months will be awesome. There’s this ticking growing louder in my head.
On my mind… a somewhat old, overexposed frame.
An ordinary rear-view mirror; as poetic and symbolic as it can be.
Hope life catches you well,