So I woke up in my old room, in my home town.
always makes me smile to see everything. I wake up and for a moment its
like I m ageless, I could have been any age waking up in that room. And
my life in Amsterdam seems so far away.
I reach over to my night stand, grab any random sketchbook piled up
over there and read the last pages. Those always have been the pages
where I write down my thoughts.
know how when you were little everyone has a diary and that s cool. But
when you reach a certain age , its just totally gay to have one. I
secretly always kept one.
I read the first sentence, I have an age again. I am there at the
moment. Dude, it will be fine.
Some pictures of a 20 meter wall I did with my buddy Vacso Viscente
(oh yeah, I used the word buddy)