Windy Compass Photography

Huh… it’s kind of spelled like Escape.

I think it's wild that we live on a giant rock, hurling through space at breakneck speeds, rotating backwards, that provides literally all of the resources we could ever need for *free* and we chose to work, pay bills, and commit g*n*cide instead.

We are literally the only species on the planet that pays to live here.

Really it's in the getting lost that I always find myself again.