Transmission

Steel

A memory

It was here my dreams were the strongest. The latest Apple computers, Adobe flash, the movie posters on the wall. The smell of cigarettes, old coffee and steel. Damp and dark hallways. Creativity and hard wood floors. When you're that young - you're so hopeful. You believe you can do anything.

If tiny Elle knew what I was doing now and how its played out. What would she think?

Have to keep creating.