The world is a chaotic place, and
I find it easier and easier to feel lost in it, as time f l o a t s by.
One of the few things to e r a s e my sense of displacement is the bike.
Two wheels rumbling along on the unbeaten path is my freedom.
This freedom comes with it's own responsibilities;
And therein lies the secret beauty of it all.
We gladly accept the burdens of our own selection;
They give our hearts purpose,
Threatening to make us whole.