songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
headed out as far as he could, past the cities

And headed out as far as he could / Past the cities and gated neighborhoods / He slept ’neath the stars / Wrote down what he dreamt / And he built a machine / For no one to see / Then took flight, first light / Of new morning (Calexico)

world drifts in