Motorcycle diary

Sail away

Last sail of the week..

Fake

“They’re fake,” she said.

“Let me see.”

And she showed me.

Let You Love Me

Thanks K…

Fragment of a letter

“I’ve thought for some time about a secret I could tell you, but in the end I feel I don’t really have any secrets. What secrets I did have are faded things of yesterday. To be honest I think I’ve lost hope in having any secrets of my own, and so I live vicariously through yours. Someday, I suspect, that will all change and your secrets will come to light. You’ll have to behave yourself then, and perhaps live vicariously through whatever secrets I may have grown into. In the meantime, I remain yours, in confidence.”