With passing images that taunt my memory I am constantly reminded of uncertainty. The sidewalks I walk through from corner to corner are cold and wet leaving no trails to follow. I glance upon those who come across my path, which leaves me waiting with sweaty brow and nervous hands for the moment we meet again.

The streetlights fluttered with anticipation leaving shadows quivering, while my cold fingers brush against buttons that light up on command. A silhouette appears from the subtle blend of light and darkness that creates the memory of her soft embrace with a mild greeting ending with a gentle press against each other’s cheeks.

The night begins with awkward glances accompanied by poor attempts to crack a smile on her face. She sympathizes and amuses me by laughing ever so slightly never leaving time for me to peek at her eyes.

There are moments in my life that I will never forget, moments that will never leave me. I have experienced some things that most people where I am from never get a chance to experience. The older I get the more I realize that what I have done has been done by many before me. So what I thought to be a original and unique life is horribly cliche'. The time I have spent on this earth can interpreted in both manners either cliche' or totally original. Its all based on your perspective, you see to my family I am considered a pioneer who blazed trails and never looked back. To others who have traveled and experienced different worlds through art, travel and documentation look upon me as cliche and boring. C'est la vie.