songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
truth leads us down strange roads, each one different I suppose

Don’t have what it takes to stay in one place / But I might have what it takes to make myself home / Not sure at any time where I will be found / Not sure you’d want to go there alone (Willard Grant Conspiracy)

all I can do is stumble across the uneven floor
© Bauhaus, Dessau 2011 by Fritsch

Snow blows / Thru the window / All I can do is stumble / Across the uneven floor / Into an unmade bed / I lie awake for hours / I must be afraid of something / All that I own is / Still in boxes / Scattered across the floor (Willard Grant Conspiracy)