Rio Coco (Coco River), Nicaragua

So many days I only wanted to go away and live forever in the trees and it never pass from early morning, never grow hot and the fog never retreat, and no one ever come to look for me or need me to “do” anything or “bring” anything or “produce” anything or “be” or have “a purpose” such as the economists require of me. But if I did so live I would not have this photograph to hang on my wall.