How do I know what I think until I see what I say?
Bits and pieces. Bumpy roads. Late nights, late mornings, late afternoon sets at Beach Bar. Meeting randoms in the Gamboozini common…
Imagine a day with no news.
No old news or new news.
Just nows and now-nows.
No stories of corruption, scandal or death.
Only self-willed journeys, breaths of fresh air.