kenkantor: There's no place like home. Or is there?
kenkantor: Evening dew settled softly on the concrete, nourishing the city in its gentle sleep.
kenkantor: And my whole life was just one big staycation.
kenkantor: Richmond during the Renaissance.
kenkantor: Waiting for Godot's boat.
kenkantor: All this beauty will be lost forever.
kenkantor: Univerrsal light.
kenkantor: Some kinds of love.
kenkantor: Diet Coke.
kenkantor: What exists.