I wanna live in a castle. By castle of course I just mean a splendid home. I want myself to be in awe every time I drive up. That’s a home, not just a house. Letting nature take it all over is what makes it that much more beautiful.

What a stoop. In NYC, it’s so simple to pass by the little things. It’s the entrance to a home, a place where people learn to live life, and love. What people don’t remember is how we use to all learn everything outside in the neighborhood, learning from our neighbors. Something we have lost.

I’ve always wanted to cover a whole room in these. I want hand made ones. Ones that took time, and I could see that they weren’t perfect. I want to be able to see the love that went into making them. I want to learn so badly.

It’s a rocky trip out there. You always have to be careful when you are going blindly into something. I mean look at the Titanic, life sometimes just catches you off guard.

I still love trains. I would much rather take a train and get to see everything instead of just seeing the bright of the sky. Don’t get me wrong, I love being in the clouds but it’s just beautiful coming back to NYC on the train and traveling parallel to the Hudson River for hours.

There isn’t many things I get jealous of but one thing is people that get to see the world. A friend just saw the Great Wall and I was told how just astonishing it is. I get jealous of the people that get to see the world only because I’m scared I won’t be able to.

You can tell this is film and that’s what makes this photo that much better. I hate a crystal clear image, that isn’t how the world is. Yes, the world is beautiful but I love it when the world is shown exactly how it is, a wee bit fuzzy.

I want my little getaway. I want my little island that I own. I remember as a kid we would go out onto the water and we would always drive the boat past this little island and my dad would tell me about a man that had lived there for 40 years. Just sounds so damn peaceful.

Seeing a shark underwater would likely be the scariest moment of someone’s life. Knowing you can’t out swim them, knowing there isn’t a way to really escape, knowing that you are basically helpless but to look unappetizing.

Let it roll in. Let it cover everything and leave us blind to what’s around us. People often prefer to be blind to what’s happening to them so that it makes the world a much more beautiful place.

The most important time for our lives is when we escape from our actual lives and go to places that are so unnecessary but are really the most necessary. It’s a complicated turn of events.

It’s fake. I think that many times we as humans just dream of our ideals and we pretend like they are realistic. I know I’m a dreamer and I wouldn’t want to change that by any means.

Be my backyard. Let me wander through the little path’s like a maze and let me take my wooden boat out onto the pond with a book and read for hours as the boat casually rocks it’s way around the little pond. I just want to be able to escape in my own back yard.

Under this picture the artist wrote about love and the idea that once the water fell, the water wasn’t the same, much as love isn’t the same after. Part of me believes this but part of me also thinks that love is much better once we fall.

I feel we as humans purposely do things just to make us feel alive. We live on edges we know are eroding, we jump out of planes with just a piece of fabric attached to us, we love without fear just because it makes us feel alive. It’s all about the feeling.