david, you’re my lighthouse, and i fucking miss you. i wish i was home right now, driving at night through the whittier highways with you and stopping by some joints to grab fish tacos then continuing on the road, smoking as we listen away to mac demarco or allah-las man. We can drive to the river bed and walk around the area and sip some budweisers and go hit up the mini golf park afterwards. My blood brother for life.
them california dreams. can’t wait to get back to it someday.
Select works by Mariko Mori (1994)
Tea Ceremony III
Play With Me