Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Back for more?’ Drifting.
Some things can’t be planned. They just,
happen. A three hundred and sixty degree return.
Call it unfinished, pleasure. If it wasn’t, then we’re just
asking for it. A swift gut check and collapse onto the
uneven pavement. ‘Was a matter of time.’
These things just, happen.
Photography by Levi Guzman