We have what we have. Others might dream of destruction. Hold on.
We must keep searching for our epic moments, and write them down lest we forget.
A few final thoughts as we approach the beginning of a new year at The Palace.
On every street, a wall of eyes in every color, asking all the right questions, refusing to leave until they get answers.
A couple of thoughts about time.
These days at The Palace are quieter, more introspective, but we won’t be here forever. Write a letter, read a book, spin a record.
A memory from a road a long time ago.
Tonight at The Palace we burn all the rules.
Let’s remember everything worth remembering, and let go of the rest.
Objects and memory are forever.