Space Cowboy
Spacing, floating between earth and the stars. He’s freedom and impermanence at the same time, the cowboy as wanderer, untamed and without borders, the skull as reminder that nothing lasts forever. The Space Cowboy drifts through worlds and states of mind. He smokes not to escape but to slow down, to feel, to let go. He’s the free spirit that refuses to be pinned down by rules, systems, or even time. In his grin of bone and smoke sits a quiet truth: nothing lasts forever. The hat carries adventure, the skull carries the end. Between those two lies the whole story, the fragile, fleeting beauty of being alive.