This Is Vandalism

Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.

Beauty dies and fades away, but ugly holds its own

Your memories, your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will
… are in fact, no more, than the behaviour of neurons.

Me: By the side of the road, all cold and lonely just waiting for someone to pass me by.
You: Hair swept back riding past on your fixed gear with your Northface Jacket pulled up tight in the cold night air.
l caught your eye and we had a moment, l thought you might stop and hit me up, but you kept on moving.
Come back past some time, l’m so lonely, l want to feel you all over me.

It happens all the time.