store owner: you sell out! me: what? I'm a sellout? store owner: NO! all of your clothing has sold out!


















photos: CASIO QV10 digital futuratwothousand

the contraband is nearby...I don't have it with me at the moment.

you told me stories about yesterdays and I always dream of tomorrows. we never shared anything other than space: and yet the emotion was seemingly real. how then has this become a motivation without destination.

a situation of discomfort develops as I am confused conerning judgement.