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Her garments are made out of pieces of countries that she has lived in. From Alexandria to Stockholm, they have been gathered unconsciously. Our skin lives in between layers of sheets that have been gathered in a manner that is almost identical to this ( Read more... )

At the age of nine, he was awkward and hid himself under his own skin. His empty outer shell was partially due to his lack of roots. He hated introductions because they usually asked about where you were from in a string of words that were less appealing to hear. Early on, Basil had always disliked the ambiguity of such questions because they ( Read more... )

I don't know where I will be in September but at this moment in time, it doesn't matter very much. I'm starting the long process of documenting my memories (of travels, in particular). I used to think that if something was important enough to me, I would always remember it. As time passes by, the details of exact events start to fade. Every time I ( Read more... )

The breeze of a certain North African country is light on my cheek and I miss it. I've been running through dead playgrounds [i], indulging in essential 10 cereal, Greek yoghurt and Luna bars and writing letters to people on the back of my hand.

i.
"Why do we call them dead?"
"They were never alive""My point exactly, how could they be dead if ( Read more... )

Long distance phone calls and all I hear is static. I don't notice it so much when there are things to be said but when I'm trying to hear the sound of someone breathing, I imagine my voice and words broken into tiny little pieces. Sort of like a particular scene from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.

These people go around with kites attached to their backs. Born and bred in one place, their roots are firmly established. In their kitchen, they have neat lists of destinations they would like to visit but they don't feel the need to wander. They select tourist attractions, and book rooms in hotels that were made to be stayed in, without getting ( Read more... )

I have stopped living for the moment. I have stopped living for tomorrow. I live for the years which I may never get to experience. I keep myself busy so that every night, when I wait for sleep to come, I'm too tired to think about my emotional well-being. I think about people, ideas, books, films. I'm a danger to myself when I have a mind that's ' ( Read more... )

"Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time ( Read more... )

I spend my afternoons rephrasing everything you, me and everyone else have said in my head. I waste my time away by coming up with 29 different ways to rephrase a sentence that comes out of somebody else's mouth. To me, it's like laying out the words to make a building. The base is provided by the speaker and my pauses are to let the cement dry. I ( Read more... )