stray  pieces of paper twirl down the street, people wouldn't be so careless if it were a bank note.

Karl-Marx strasse is filled with construction work and sweet tobacco from the shisha bars, passing foreign languages and mobile telephone shops. once again i swoon at Berlin.

should interactions on the street, or at work be viewed as a social transaction, be considered day to day purchases? What currency is traded in our community?

choosing to challenge yourself:  confusing if you're used to resenting the authority figure telling you what to do. hang on; i told myself to do this? but i dont wanna...tantrum? or press the resistance into the work. produce.

is painting like taking out the garbage? the refuse of the past days channelled into some paint on paper. an alchemical transformation as i unburden onto the page.

i count off notes of freshly minted currency. invisible transactions of time as money.

can you contribute to a city with the way you walk down the street?