PocketMatrix

Staring at the sun, staring at the sea, with a gun in my hand.
I'm a stranger...killing an Arab, dodododo...

9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first