Little or big, precious things.
I love people and their faces. Film, literature, community, activism, education.
I never seem to be happy with life anymore, and I’ll attribute that to working in the soul crushing wage-slave environment of America. Or maybe I just am a terrible person that doesn’t know what happiness is and doesn’t care.
Anyways, soundtrack to the night.
Things get more complicated when you’re older before you...it you are somebody’s soldier...