This is the farthest i've ever been from home

Here’s how I made Mott St ’92.

Please vow to never be the reason an animal experiences fear, pain, and confusion.

Mott St. ’92 is about the last moments of the night, perhaps my favourite part of the night.

Warsaw at dusk, a woman playing ‘hallelujah’ on solo violin. Makes the world seem sane and kind.