Binaries
Out among the pathless dunes
Binaries
Found Horizons
Binaries
Found Horizons
Binaries
Found Horizons
Binaries
Found Horizons
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
Where are we? Where. For days, for weeks, for years we’ve asked ourselves.
Scarred lands, burnt lands, bleached lands.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
It's been so long,
still no response.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Where? Is that the wrong question? We are here. We accept this place, this situation, but we also resist.
It’s not confusing, this binary; acceptance and resistance, they are dependents.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
Intrinsic. Necessary.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
We were beamed down, grown-up, ashes to dust to light to beam and back, always back. Wind carries pieces of me, of us; sweat, flake, sound, words. We are this place. Alone without loneliness. It, loneliness, doesn’t exist. The white heat, the black night, shadow and light, it all exists.
Loneliness
is not
alone.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Later, much later, in the shade of the planet, when the dust and rock and heat and gravity find themselves between me and the light. When the shadow eats the land and the wind is a low moan pressing its weight against me, drawing off heat, siphoning will.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
Resist.
Testing.
Time.
Accept.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
In the shadow black meets black. I wear black to capture the light, to swallow the heat. We wear black because we’re selfish with energy. Here in this place, it doesn’t escape, or reflect, or refuse. It’s so very precious.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
And yet. I am here to see, to patrol, to witness. Report. Simple memories. Trust my eyes, my skin, my lungs, my ears. The smell of dirt, of sun, of breath. Look around I tell you. Look around. My report is physical, written in scratches and scuffs, dotted with bruises.
Every
journey, is a
challenge.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
Find the horizon, you can see it exists.
Reach the horizon, impossible. For those like me, horizon is the only destination. One that never arrives, we move.
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
I am calling out and drawing a line, a path.
For others to follow. I am giving a report. How will it be received, up there in the black and the white. Can you hear it?
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
On every breath a message, here in this desert place. Stripped but not bare, we continue on toward that forever horizon,
towards the coming dawn.
