This screams Washingtonian state,
bomber flight jacket/aviator sunglasses street style that i’d love to stumble through,
cliffs i’d love to stumble off.
life is damp, bare, and earthy rich in hues, tones, tyco r/c race cars from childhood;
the constant rain is the cleanse we’d never know we were searching for.
a muddy parking lot puddle left behind in the wake of adventure.
more than a place, it was a state of mind
manipulating everything that was me.
Inspired by Atomik bomb’s “foghouse”.