Photography by Marcello Mariana
That seems to be my life lately. My months don’t follow the calender, they follow paychecks month after month, one working week at a time. You can’t call it a working week though because I don’t work enough hours to fill a week, but that’s the only major quarrel I have with my job. I don’t mind the work, I wouldn’t mind more adventurous tasks but I could handle the mundane if only it paid better. Then I could seek adventure in my own time.
I have a week off now, maybe I can seek some thrills in the time I have