kenkantor: Berkeley at night.
kenkantor: Stolen stereo, 1979.
kenkantor: My messianic complex.
kenkantor: Things once gone are too easily forgotten.
kenkantor: Drop until you shop.
kenkantor: My reflection disappeared yesterday.
kenkantor: Have you ever noticed how there's three of everything?
kenkantor: Pretending to be tall.
kenkantor: How come I still remember the first time I saw you?
kenkantor: The brand new bag.
kenkantor: There's a look you all have.
kenkantor: The feeling that I am lost forever.
kenkantor: The insistent significance of New Jersey corridors.