| I plan on getting more pictures with the flag. |
4 47an hour ago
“Boston. 1962. To this day, I still don’t know what happened to Rio that night. Did she escape? If she did where did she go? Or when? As for me... I was stuck in the 60s. Forever stranded on an island of time. Without any ability to wander to the future, I had been abandoned in the past. At a time that, ironically, was directly responsible for creating my future or this present, sometimes I don’t even know which is which. Other times I can’t remember my own history let alone believe it. A nasty side effect of the wormhole jump, thank god for a few pictures otherwise I would be lost. But I’m happier now, I think. I never know what or when Rio is gonna change the future. And I don’t care anymore. It’s her world now and we’re all living in it. Maybe I’ll see her again, maybe I won’t... only time will tell.”
'All the parts of me that lived inside, are drowning in the sea of waking life'
The same but different. For once in a long while I have lots of images to share, but for now another look at my spine in some ferns 🌿