I remember driving down the spruce tree covered streets in NJ before my move here about a year ago. I remember the smells. I remember the people. I remember my car… I remember my music choices… I remember a lot… I’ll hold on to those memories.
My name is Tristan and I am a photographer/director and hopeful romantic. I am here sharing my writing, a journal entry to myself with the intent of others reading it. I talk in a very open stream of consciousness. Feel free to get lost.