Sorry I haven't been good to you guys with stories lately. I feel i have suffered a period of regression and depression. I was deported from Belgium around 2 months ago and have been a bit down about it since. I witnessed the true horror and the sorrow stricken men that are being taken away from their lives and cast away. Although I made lasting friends in the prison. I am doing some train hopping around the states. Staying healthy and refusing to consume and be apart of destructive culture. I am learning more and more every day that my simple existence is an act of resistance.
Casa Robino
Shared Hospitality Excavations
