On occasion we taste and immediately spit out a sample, carefully deciding whether it’s worth keeping around or completely changing altogether.

I wondered what Tintin would have done during his early adventures without Milou.

Yet, in the back of my mind I can’t help but constantly ask when will my life start again?

Where I understood the insignificance of my presence on this planet.

The Greeks called upon the muses, others resort to psychedelics.

I ask God, myself and the ceiling how my life got to this.

What is it about graffiti that attracts the stories of the forgotten and unheard?

The game for the people.

To feel a place, is to see it.

Every time it just feels right.

I could be your miracle.

I would like to thank...

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