The August Wind
This month just flew past in a flash.
So many places to go, so many friends to meet. So little time.
Me on the KTM treks.
F21 shorts, studded bracelets and my mosqi patch are the best accessories for this journey.
The Pendulum.
Swinging like a pendulum.
Immersed in a stack of never ending pile of thick solidified tree pulp.
The urge to cut it all off, dye it neon pink; drink some banned liquor and party till the night go down.
Such is the conflicting interest of life.
‘Till the dusk no longer sets at 22 00′, I say.
And away I go, furiously painting red all over town.