Sevilla, Spain

This is Sevilla Spain, a city on the southwestern end a couple of hours from the Straight of Gibralter. Lots of bridges a prevalent in the city. As you can see, tons of graffiti and really good stuff all over the bridges.

doesn't crash just yet

The foot's proclivity for step, the mind's propensity for uniqeness, the passive acceptance of consciousness; we all tread this planet and search for our identity. Will I find my identity in this career that pays the bills, will I find my life in the subgenre of culture that I identify with, will I find sense in that which appears to lack sense. 182 fish leapt out of the ocean while I stumbled through infinite green. 10,479 drops of rain fell on my helmet as I rode oscillating up and down, up and down on the cavernous road. 33,294 key strokes have performed their function on this idyllic day. Do these events create inner substructures that form our existential grid? Will the next wave culture shock reverse our arbitrary, subjective notions of morality? I'm seen unrealized, just us figure victims; side and I lose in such a half interesting bottom.

Bilbao

The following are pictures of Bilbao, Spain taken with my Lomo Fisheye 2 during mid December 2006. All the images are hand process Black and White, then scanned with minimal editing. Some text accompanies the pictures, which is from my journal while I was there.
I'm having this intense feeling that I need a sponge to soak up something: something to soak up a minute, a hour, a day of this trip. Things are never the same and you will never be able to relive moments that you enjoy. At the same time, nobody can take those memories away from you.
The inner frustration that causes the outer frustration that causes the inner frustration.
It's a cycle, but where did the cycle begin and how do I end it?
Maybe confusion only brings confusion and it is cyclical, with periods of clarity and then returning to its normal state.
If that's the way it's going to be, then I wish someone authoritative would just let me know.
A postcard or an email would work.
My life is the monotony of a bumpy log, or a bumpy train as it were.
Time to end this sappy drivel,
Bilbao is not even close!