Same something.

Everything going on in another imaginary palace. And I talk and talk, talk my whole big mouth off, but I never know what I’m trying to achieve. Some days are still better than others, in a more than significant way.

Blast from the past

Hopefully with a view of the future.

An ideal place.

I went on a 10-day road trip around these parts, following U.S. Girls on her tour shenanigans. A completely different experience for me. Saw some beautiful things, like this palace that a postman named Cheval built 100 years ago in his backyard, and the sun sparkling in the Saone on the first warm day of spring. I also saw some ugly things, mostly manifestations of stupid crap going on inside of me but also a pretty bad roadside accident and the zombie-like faces of junkies barging into a record store at 3am.

More to come.