Three Beers
Alone at a beer joint in Budapest, I hatch a plan to drift through three bars, meeting lovers and ghosts along the way. Their message is clear: fuck it all, stop hiding, be seen.
Two Dreams
A tumble through ants, poison flowers, and the dark stone steps of Budapest. Was it memory, dream, or just Ludwidge’s tea pulling me down into shadows?
It Started in Indio
Day 1 had gone tits up, that's for sure.
On Enrichment
What I’m realizing, as I sit here on the balcony, is that money is little more than a byproduct of my piling up experiences and knowledge and somehow sharing a reflection of them with the world.
Praise Be the Baker
Every morning about now, the smell from one of the two bakeries near my place wafts up on the morning breeze. Just did. Just now. And it reminds me of something, something safe, something joyful...