hello ( Read more... )

ok so a bit of back-pedalling here... a girl who i met in venice finally sent me some photos from the mayhem we caused over two days in that fair city... me voila en masque! ciao bellas!


( Read more... )

this is where i am going to be spending next week....


( Read more... )

...and i salsa my way down some stairs in the parc guëll. i´m convinced that gaudi knew this place would make people need to dance. and so i do. earphones seeping underground havana tunes. a fine grey dusting on my toes. crunch of terracotta dirt, and shuffle of uno-dos-trei as my havaianas kick and slide. patterns of shadow keep me far from ( Read more... )

(i read this out loud in an empty room yesterday.)when someone speaks he looks at a mouth, not eyes and their colours, which, it seems to him, will always alter depending on the light of a room, the minute of the day. mouths reveal insecurity or smugness or any other point on the spectrum of character. for him they are the most intricate aspect ( Read more... )

for echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow placesi don´t know if i understand these words exactly but they caught me and now i need to write them down. perhaps some sort of feeble attempt at soul searching, denying myself the simple option of thoughtless absorption which i do so well. meh. so here they are. someone else´s words ( Read more... )

so here i sit at 2:16 on a rainy afternoon in london...tomorrow i head to spain. this is my life right now. exciting sometimes, ok ok most of the time, but alot of the time i miss you guys back home. i do indeed. sigh. i look in my wallet and see photobooth photos of myself and my little sister, boost juice cards, and four different types of ( Read more... )

norway is the land of spending money money money. so now i am eating 2 minute noodles since they were only 2.50 kroner....about 50cents WOOT! finally something cheap! sitting in a hostel in bergen and chilling out with not 1 but 5 australians. it's hard to avoid them over here. but tonight i'm up for it, normally we've stayed away from our own ( Read more... )

a thousand thanks. tysen takk. i like how norwegians speak, softly and with extra words even though they have so few to use.

stepping back and then stepping forward. i'm not sure what i'm doing and if it's right, but it's not just about filling the spaces. and it's not about labels anymore. let it be what it is, he says.
and i rest.

je suis à paris mes chèrs. et je suis enchanté avec tout que je vois ( Read more... )