There’s an amazing story that happened one day, when I realized that I had managed to finally lose San Francisco in it’s fog, Seattle in it’s gray, and New York in it’s busy…
I had found “a nice place for old people — and their parents.”
The way that I look at it, that’s perfect. I’m an old soul.
I call it home now.
And apparently now I’m looking for a home for the crazy people.
We call it a creative asylum.
I want to care for the minds that make the world sing.
Do you need asylum?