Dear Audience

Dear Audience,
This is the oxygen in your breath and each lung is a silhouetted balloon carrying your delicate existance. I am writing this to you on the fourth of august 2012. Hello, from the passenger seat of a 1996 Audi A6. Hello, from everything I have ever been and have ever given to you.

“Where does this road go? And what happens if I just follow it?”

Here’s to you Z and what a wonderful scientist you’ll be. I don’t want you to go crazy though I know you might, we have several more adventures to accomplish so if you don’t mind I’d like to keep you… for now. And even though it may all fall apart soon I don’t want to forget this.

This is the story of Nikki and Z. On the road, with the road, live and breath by the rules of the road. Partners in Crime Bonnie and Clyde, Little Kids and Lions, Nikki and Z, tag team adventurers. And if there is no story like our story, I will write one. And other people will know of our greatness and tell stories of our adventures. And right there my life folded out as stories do and each chapter was set. And I know that it will be the absolute greatest of stories because no other story is like our story and its just the story for us.

Its only a moment here, small perhaps but it took me a lifetime of moments to get to this moment right here. And I wouldn’t rather be in any other moment in the world because this one here was meant just for me.

See this playground world that i see and every park and colorful mountain side? There is science and art and we are allegories of the two. This was the story of Nikki and Z and all of their wonderful adventures. I watch him drive and try to sing him The Girl From Ipanema but could not get the Spanish right. Instead, I sing to him:

These photos haunt me
These photos haunt me
As I see you out the window
And i see you, fixed on driving
Thinking, wanting, your eyes they taunt me
Water drops ouside your window
Casting shadows while you’re talking

Z gets to be the cameraman and learn how to use the equipment because I am the author so he must be the photographer. Learn your ISO and Shutter Speeds. Z reminds me:

it was real
i have the pictures to prove it
I don’t need anyone but you.

Dear Audience,
this is the oxygen in your breath and if that isn’t a good enough reason to live then you ‘d better fucking find one.