We are lost in reality.
There is NO escape.
I need some Finnish literature.

NYC soon.
I miss the city streets, but not New York City.
Toronto. Helsinki. Some unknown land.
The streets are calling me.
Restless.

There were a bunch of random people in the house today.
We were building up dreams.
It was like my old job.
A man with a bright yellow shirt was ( Read more... )