I’ve been trying to take my picture and it hasn’t work out. I’ve been trying to look happy and sometimes I achieve it after many beers and days out. My picture project is becoming real, it’s basically what keeps me on my feet and gives me a reason to get up. I wish life itself was working on the same rhythm. It’s been almost a month where I cry everyday. It’s been almost a month where reality doesn’t make any sense. I miss you and I want you to miss me. I want to embrace our reality together but it falls apart. It falls apart with your actions, with your silence, with my thoughts. If the universe is expanding there is a reaction going the other way on my heart. Reality, relativity and entropy. My pictures look pretty well hanging on a wall.