These are words and pictures of my life.

"A small duck is five-times-ten-to-the-twenty-sixth atoms that decided to be friends for a decade, give or take. They’ve clumped together in an extremely unlikely configuration to form a few cubic inches of flesh and feathers, likes and dislikes. Any given duck wouldn’t exist without an unfathomable amount of luck and serendipity; if just a few atoms were out of place, he’d be an entirely different thing.So when you see a duck, remind him that he is incomprehensibly fortunate just being a duck.”
"I Guess"
"Repeat"
"31 Months"