I’m thinking about a life of exquisite wines and jager bombs. A life with a backpack and a camera, a jotter and a mechanical pencil. I’m thinking about a life of pajamas all day and ice cream all night. A life of meals I enjoy but do not understand.
I’m also thinking about a life of solitude and confined spaces; a dimly lit room so my silhouette can keep me company, a board and some fine chalk. I’m thinking about a life in an empty park bench at 1:14am. I’m thinking about a life in a decent bed with a door that closes.
I just read your latest piece;
How about a life with me; travelling the globe, changing the lives of many one person at a time, achieving the very best in our careers and making the world a better place?