Said hello, exchanged a few stories and experiences. Made a few of our own. Both parties enriched.

In a time of need. Which way is up, which way is down? Being able to receive truth, it is a beautiful thing.

A rose colored lens. A sentimental lens. A fearful lens. How are your lenses tinted?

No problem running red lights, but no wearing your backpack on your back. Will buy food from the street, but you’re not allowed to sit on the grass. Will put a family of four on one motorbike, but won’t pick you up if you don’t have a helmet.

Taking what isn’t theirs. Dictating what isn’t theirs. Punishing the innocent Creating division It stems from fear.