I’ve lost myself in the city. In all of its hustle and bustle. Things sometimes are better off said with pictures.
The problem with that is that pictures don’t always keep time. I found the grave of Scatman Crothers the other day. I stood there with Scatman and his wife and regarded the day, sun on my face, the breeze. I found myself there, with Scatman, who can’t find himself anymore.
xian pitt 