Chips, dips and occasional slips.

Why is it that when the chips are down (mmmmm, chips) you long to be a kid again? When things are simpler and everything has no real consequence. The old argument of knowledge vs innocence I suppose. The price we pay to be independent and grown up is to pay with the loss if naivety and maybe sometimes hope. Blinding hope that everything is tickety boo.

               

 Mmmmm, delicious but not quite right     

Like anything that falls downs, it can be built back up. 

Never look down.

                       

Participant or Observer?

When you reach your destination, where do you go from there? I live in the silence but I'm curious about the sounds.

Floating around and never feeling like you belong. Make your own reality.