Look at all those mountains, how did they get there and how did i come to meet them. Valid questions we will get to in just a few moments if you stick around. Well it all started as an idea, all things start with idea’s. Idea’s are worth more than money, because if you think about it, all money is, is ideas. Lets wake up, and try to be awake. I’m going to need you to breath real deep and then let it out. Doesn’t that feel nice? Is it quite where you are reading this, or are you reading this in a crowd, feeling so alone and lost. Hi there, this is where we meet. My name is Bill Dawson. Names don’t mean that much to me, i have always been into faces, tones and textures.

I hear Dixie music and smell the steam of coal trains. The heat is something else today. Sweat gathers on the brow and a handkerchief is handy to give but a second of relief. The red sand mixes with gravel as far as the eye can see, patches of grass beg for water in this drought. Walking down this dirt road hoping for a car to take sympathy on my situation and offer me a ride anywhere. I do not know where i am going, i just have been going as far as I can remember and the reason escapes me. I suppose this means I finally escaped whatever it was I was running from.