mikael

Vaya con Dios, mis amores y amigos.


Sometimes love is all that exists in the emptiness of endless comsumption. Our world is a junk drawer of souls; don't cut your finger on the old rusty razors that seem to persistently float to the surface. Instead, carefully rifle through the broken artifacts and find the key to that one room in your house that you've never explored. Order and cozy solitude. Sometimes we need to retreat, especially when there are miles to march and battles to keep.


See you all in PDX! Get your drinking shoes on!