the game changes for better or for nothing
– the last 5 days could easily be considered as my most intense for reasons pertaining to complete reconsideration of life direction, attempts to define
Introspection log.
In spite of me
For a very long time I’ve been a voluntarily sidelined opponent to the instagram movement, purely because I believe in notions relating to presentation and
estranger
hello estranged blog that i may be turning to for some sort of anti-textual solace that i miss since seemingly slipping into the real world
very
whenever i’ve a stint of not posting on my blog i can’t help but question everything, mainly relating to my passion and what it
just go for it
slipping into rhythm is definitely something i have no trouble with, not because
Roy. G. Biv
thank goodness for airports otherwise i’d never be motivated to painstakingly scour my flickr logs for colourific representations of
return of the past
almost exactly two years ago i found myself on my first international skate adventure, having been drafted by DGM as
reprieved concern
i think my creative process relating specifically to ranting on this blog is my most favoured. writing on here is the result
relating to ideas of vastness/bulk yet not with misc… specifically 2014s metaphyisicality
hindsighting my way through a whirlwind of antics, adventures and amigos i find myself trying to recount the year that just wrapped itself in the
adventures atop the southern hemisphere’s largest shield volcano caldera
i just had a moment. i was looking at this picture…. and i decided to get some insight, as even my very limited knowledge of