A Year's A Long Time, But It

I Know More Than I Knew Before I Didn't Rest I Didn't Stop Did We Fight Or Did We Talk.

When I'm In A City That's Just Clean, Concrete Lines, I Get Really Short Of Breath And Confused. It's Much More Interesting To Me When Nature Is Creeping Back And Tearing The Mortar Apart Between The Bricks.

I Don't Want To Take Photographs That I Won't Recognize As Myself, And Myself Isn't Necessarily Just Blankly Staring At The Lens.

I Didn't Really Get London Until I Read Dickens. Then I Was Charmed To Death By It.

You Hit A Guitar, You Hit A Note, You Hit A Drum, You Hit An Organ. Meat And Potatoes. Simplicity. Not Getting Too Caught Up In Little Tweezers Of Perfection.