I can imagine what I was thinking in this old picture, but I imagine that it is all wrong.

This was on Curacau, where the weather is always the same, warm wind, but not too. We worked 6 days a week til one o’clock. The rest of the day, we went out by car to the beach, maybe did some diving, and relaxed afterward. Maybe we smoked some, just before this picture existed, sitting on a rock, letting the last heat of the disappearing sun dry my skin.

There was very little to worry about in those days, as if life stood still, or maybe hadn’t started yet. Maybe I was thinking about my life when it would start, or is that something you don’t do when you’re young? I forgot, this was so long ago.

To be honest, the longer I look at the picture, the colors, the mood, the more I forget my thoughts; I just look, close my eyes, and drift into the distance, having the best thoughts, as in no thoughts even while watching the sun go under.