ts hard to tell the difference between what is real, what the world has made up and then, what your mind has made up. We can choose which reality we live in but I doubt we have little control over which ones inevitably matter. We can pretend that the pretentious filled world makes the most sense and maybe if you’re that far gone, it does. But what really matters can’t be found on the pages of a magazine or in the window’s of state street’s shops.
What’s real is right in front of us, its so real we can touch it. You can’t grasp a tabloid article and you can’t express you’re feelings to a fancy garment.
Some Photos I snapped from yesterdays adventure,
But then again, there are those who try.