I Have Nothing to Say

May 9, 2015

Posted in: Nature | Reading Time: 1 minute

I have nothing to say, and I'm saying it. 076/365

This shot reminds me of my good times at the Tate Modern in London with TravelMarx and discovering that whacked out dude Gerhard Richter. Yah. Those were good times. Falling asleep in the lounge at the Tate Modern before I knew I had Lyme.

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