I belong to the island. It belongs to me. I don’t know what else to say. There is nothing here, nothing but the blue of the sky, mixed with the blue...
It takes some time. And it takes some effort. It takes some hiking. I park the car up at the beginning of the trail, shrug on the backpack, check my...
I like it up here in the mountains, away from nearly everything. With the ultra-green of the pine trees pointing up at the cerulean sky. It’s a long...
“There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, there’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole.” “Well, don’t look at me, dear Henry, dear Henry...