Oregon, USA |
A surfer wisping through the sea, born to this world wet with names and labels and pretty faces to put on. But reality is hard and harsh and ugly and tense. His pretty faces were cracked and abandoned, and he turned his eye to look past his names and labels. At some point he realized none of these have any power that he doesn't give them, and so his names and labels have no hold on him without his participation. He simply is that he is; a surfer wisping through the sea. |