half past nomad

I find it highly amusing that I carry with me my driving license as a form of identification whilst I go about searching and defining my own identity through the freedom of movement and experience given to me by my license/visa.

Sitting in the dark, I look over my shoulder and see the world behind me.

This entry was posted on Friday, October 3rd, 2003 at 10:09 pm and is filed under General Lee.