I came back here to read old entries. I was surprised to find that it even still exists ( Read more... )

I walked home last night through the dark back streets of Kathmandu at mindnight . The only thing that stirred were the many stray dogs and the distant meowing of gentle cats. The entire city is deserted by night, but you'd never guess it at 5:00 in the morning when the air fills with the alls of roosters, the bells of puja (worship) and the songs ( Read more... )

I think I've all the way lost my pen-pal from New Zealand. It's strange. It upsets me more than I expected it to ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I've been here ( Read more... )

This is just a little too poetic ( Read more... )

I think of how impossible it is for anyone to ever completely understand me. No one will really ever know precisely what I have experienced. And the tought makes me feel so alone ( Read more... )

It's hard for me to keep studying when all I want to do is create.

My roomate is watching a hospital show, and the patient just flatlined ( Read more... )

The funniest thing happened to me; I woke up today and realized I went to college. I'm not on a vacation, or some internship that will soon end, and I'm not going to return home, to the life I knew. This is my life now. This is my home now. And I think thats ok.

I think I'll make some tea and then go to sleep.
Goodnight.
-Dylan H. Glenn

When I first got here the water was all wrong. And tasted and smelled like the ocean. I've only been here a week and I already can't tell the difference.