We pass so many people on the street or on the road every day and we don’t even get to know their hopes and dreams and their desires what they wanted for breakfast who their childhood crush was how they felt when their mom got sick it’s actually pretty crazy that I don’t even know their name or their life story

creating and destroying; flying cars, jet engines, roc.camera, july.rocks /july /faust

Sometimes I look at people on the street and start to make up stories about them. Thinking about their favorite things, why they look that way at that moment, where they are walking to at that moment. Things like that make up my day