It is still early morning at Mijas Heights, but I see it as red sunset already.
We have been around the world and back, we have changed our perspective so many times.
Today I need something old, something I already own, something at the bottom of the box, dusty, mine. Something not twitteable, likeable, commentable, shareable. Maybe is the the memory of who I am. The feeling behind old pictures. I need clear, measurable, colored memory.
(How can you understand your time off is the only time on you have left)