Icosahouses Nr. 1

This series is a tribute to some folks that helped me when I really needed it.

I was living in my car and going to school and they hired me as a gardener/ handyman. Over time we became friends and when they learned of my situation they first let me pitch a tent in their back yeard whenever I felt like it and use their bathroom/shower. Later we built an "Icosahouse" in the yard and they let me crash there whenever. This was almost 10 years ago now and literally on the other side of the planet but I still feel a deep affinity for that place and those people.

Funny they don't even live there anymore. Life moves on and all traces of the things that shape us are washed away, only memories left untill we become, at most, someone elses memory. And then nothing. And it still rolls on.