This past January 6th, before I took off for India, model Afrika Sharif and
I decided to day drink and see where we could end up. We drunk wandered all
the way from Hollywood Western to West Hollywood for some nice shots before
the sunset. The following is a poem I wrote later that night thinking about
the human condition, captured by my expression in the photo above.
Who Are We?
Ordinary is all we seek
Suppressed by praised silence
Of virtual worlds we see and speak
Thinking, not talking, of dreams and violence
Old hopes decay in human dust
Dropped on the floor in doubt
Would soar before in self trust
‘Don’t listen to them’ my mangled mind shouts