on perspective

in the solitude of neon and white washed walls i attempt to catalouge inspiration. document in pixel and binary form, the first inklings of next years ambitions.

a tryptich of journies, unfolding like kin, winding over and into each other until their unqiue outlines are indistinguishable from the meta-narrative of my life.

my heart sings to a distant lover, drawing closer with each sunset. it howls at passing fantasies and lusts after the promised land of my fate unfolding, serenely into horizons beyond my knowing.

the circumference of my dreaming navicable with the eyeline of my desire.