Portland.
A truly beautiful city with a diverse pallet.
When traveling the streets of Portland you find yourself lost. As the overcast lays upon the city and a chill hits the bare faces of those who reside in its many streets and alleys; the rain cleanses the buildings and produces an environment in which moss and lichen overtake concrete. Pay attention to committees and reflect on the systemic issues that plague them.
Portland seems to have somewhat of an ease and melancholy about it -
I stumbled across those who inhabited the streets - people who seemed to be struggling with there own hardships. Anomm told me what it was like living in the streets and the freedom he’s been chasing. The pain within his eyes. Taking out a college rule notebook he began to let his heart bleed out, singing about the way his soul was ripped from him, “This is why I can never give my heart to another”. He then pulled out a hi-chew candy bag full of shake and rolled a joint - lighting to mask what was released.
A glance of curiosity.
Overcast masking the glass.
looking into their eyes I saw happiness, deep love - I admired them.
On path to search.
Just step-in.
Water tower.
Faces.
Commuting.
Leaving again.
Used.
would you find value in these old garments, maybe we wouldn’t waste so much constantly.
Overwhelmed by reflecting.
Nightlife.
I walked the streets at night many people were laughing and enjoying the company of one another.
