Who dares wake up from the technicolor dreams of the glittering neon of the city?


A FOOL.


Snapping away at every tourist trap attraction to mask the emptiness of footsteps left behind in the wake of a mad rush to lap up all that one can digest.

But back behind the frosted window pane of my temporary lodgings, I lie naked to the simple truth. That, in reality things are simple enough to be understood... in black and white. I miss your warmth, in the cold winter. Yet, I long to return to a spring or a summer that is dry with drought without you in it.



To be lost. To forget. To forge anew.


[images] Chelsea, New York City January 2010
[text] Saigon, Viet Nam April 2010