breaking down the alienation of mass culture, one personal story at a time.
There's nothing lovelier, gentle reader, than riding your bike with a large group of close friends on a summer night with a cold can of Heineken in your hand. Meandering in and out of the pack, speeding ahead, slowing down, and falling into Dragica's slipstream cutting a path through the air of a perfect night. There was no breeze to speak of, and as I looked up at the lights of the home town sparkling in the calm waters of the harbor, I stopped the entire procession heading south to take a picture, but my camera's battery was dead, so that moment will have to live on as just a memory. Forever.