risk
on the beach in galveston at the beginning of 2005, everything was wet. and when you went outside, you got wet, because you've just walked into a cloud. it's not spectacular, being in a cloud, and i doubt that you could sit on one as everyone imagines. they look so solid sometimes. so white. being inside is weird, and when you wake up in the morning and step out into the hall, the light from the sun reflects off every particle of your beach cloud and it's quite bright. everybody makes the same face.
i don't play risk. but i do take pictures.
i don't play risk. but i do take pictures.