S-T 03Wondering if he could ever count every single stone on that beach was like wondering if he would ever understand the meaning of life. The rocks are countless and how many there are is meaningless. Nothing makes sense in truth, a number is a number, and life is innumerable. Print Gicle print on museum grade Hahnemhle Photo Rag paper stock, guaranteed archival quality for 100+ years because it's Acid and lignin free. Photo Rag is a white, 100% cotton

Miles started again from exactly that wrong note

A sentence that maybe the bartender or an uncle told him

then took his pills

they are a moment extended into the future

they exchanged glances and then it flew away

focusing in particular on a red dot

He called her and told her he loved her

stared at the painting on the opposite wall

Nothing makes sense in truth

At the end of the tunnel

I was watching from the second floor of a record store in Alexanderplatz as people walked by

Now it had two dimensions and between its petals the surface of the asphalt emerged