by Phantazein Studio
Huntington Beach, California.
Driving down the Pacific Coast Highway on a late afternoon in February. This is the California of my youth. The scenery never fails to lull me into a faraway place of the deepest comfort. My eyes scan over the same patterns of light and reflection that fall into perfect alignment to the visions in my memory. The old familiar sensation warms my bones from within and soaks into the coldness of my skin. I am somehow at peace in this moment, despite the poignant awareness of my isolation.