All airports are the same and can be summed up in a single word: static. It's a combination of crying kids, running feet, luggage carts and food you after the fact realize you didn't really want. It's the excitement of going somewhere and the relief of coming home. It's just static.

Vegas was interesting, to say the least. A conglomeration of everything beautiful. Beautiful in that...it's not really, not all of it. The architecture amazed me the most. That is something that is truly beautiful. But add enough lights to anything and it stirs up the playful child like feeling that you could own this town someday.

Hm. Yeah.

San Diego is next week. Home. Home for 3 days, and then i have to come back here, for the mundane.

I heard something the other day that put everything, everything that is right now, everything that was 4 years ago, everything that will be 4 years from now, into a harsh perspective. My photos are black and white, but there is gray inbetween the lines. There is no gray to this.

"If it was in your soul to do it then fate would just take you there, and everything before was just a test, to see if you're the real thing."