The gunslinger journals

Back in the country without b.
Back in the country without b.

Back in the country without b.

B.O.T (to the other side)
B.O.T (to the other side)

B.O.T (to the other side)

Thunder cats in thunder city
Thunder cats in thunder city

Thunder cats in thunder city

CALLING BUDAPEST
Dear Hungarian brothers & sister I’m staying in your fair city and I was wondering if you could help me get in touch with any artists, creative collectives, galleries and or any places where I could sell photos, get new friends or simply earn a little money. All help will be deeply appreciated.
CALLING BUDAPEST
Dear Hungarian brothers & sister I’m staying in your fair city and I was wondering if you could help me get in touch with any artists, creative collectives, galleries and or any places where I could sell photos, get new friends or simply earn a little money. All help will be deeply appreciated.

CALLING BUDAPEST
Dear Hungarian brothers & sister I’m staying in your fair city and I was wondering if you could help me get in touch with any artists, creative collectives, galleries and or any places where I could sell photos, get new friends or simply earn a little money. All help will be deeply appreciated.

This morning I woke in Budapest with Dylan’s Masters Of War in my head like something half remembered. I wonder in my quiet and sleepy heart that with a song so strong and explicit in mainstream culture we still go to war. Cause “all the money you made will never buy back your soul”
This morning I woke in Budapest with Dylan’s Masters Of War in my head like something half remembered. I wonder in my quiet and sleepy heart that with a song so strong and explicit in mainstream culture we still go to war. Cause “all the money you made will never buy back your soul”

This morning I woke in Budapest with Dylan’s Masters Of War in my head like something half remembered. I wonder in my quiet and sleepy heart that with a song so strong and explicit in mainstream culture we still go to war. Cause “all the money you made will never buy back your soul”

Mod // iPhone shots while changing

I’m uploading this from the back of a bus, riding down the German highways in the hazy sun. The figurative wind is in my hair and as I glide further away from the known i’m elated !

This is Mamaré