You had me at I know a place We can read poetry To each other. You surprised me I would never have guessed You stay in your cocoon Pull...

I am back As if I never left Did I even leave? Or was this all a dream Of waking up in cold dark Count the frost on my car The lake...

Ain’t life sweet The sun coming up easy No where to be I call the world my home No key needed The door is always open The Beast caught my...

Music has the power to bring you back to a forgotten moment. Wandering, doing its thing way in the back of your head, while your mind...

I could write a book about the adventures the Beast and I have been through. This car has been perfuming me with the scent of freedom....

My American dream is becoming reality. Late afternoons bathing in Indian summer colours, winding mountain roads, starry skies. The road...

Santa Cruz has been a dream. Can't you tell? I have a three month visa in the USA and spent one third of it in this little paradise. In a...

The after-burn decompression in the default world. It isn't as hard as I expected. Probably because life is a road trip from festival to...

Black Rock City, where you co-create utopia, you can find enlightenment and party your ass off, at the same time. I thought I was all...

The insides of my nose, ears and nails are still black, even after many a shower and scrub. Remains of two weeks in the Oregon dust. A...