Lost in translation

I’ve gone on another lonely road trip, looking for the quarry. Got lost in the woods again. I was dressed in dirty black riding pants and my old boots, sweating. Horses scare the shit out of me.

I should have brought beer.

So I just took some pictures of abandoned crucifixes and fluffy clouds. It was still worth the ride.

I’m amazed I never get speeding tickets because I drive like a loony.

Life at times loses its sense of reality; it appears to us like a weird, optical illusion – a phantasmagoric bubble that will disappear at the slightest breath.

Oscar Wilde, Teleny