in this particular picture, I can't tell you how long I had been homeless.

The days sort of.. blend together, in some sort of weird, all encompassing way.. the nights just seem way longer than they've ever been, and the stars are all playing some sort of sick joke that involves the craziest dreams, and the craziest feelings of being alone, and when you're homeless, the stares people give you almost help you forget who you were before, and all the distractions you had, and all the people that remembered you, and at one point cared.. and when these things happen, there's nobody that understands, there's nobody that can give you the right advise, but to play your guitar, to work on your art, to hope that things will get better while you charge your batteries, while you wait on the bleachers at a public park, while you wash up at a drinking fountain, while you take pictures of your feet for no-one that gives a fuck.. only inside, only deep down will you find the answers -for yourself, about the things that matter, and about the people who care... only in this picture, without electricity, and charging everything at the park's outlets, only in this moment was it captured