The Eurail Selectpass is my nemesis and God curse the day I ever decided to buy it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupider than the time I ate an entire family-sized bag of cheez doodles on the Fourth of July and spent the evening throwing up in the shower with my clothes on, one dollar plastic glow-in-the-dark necklace half-glowing pitifully in the
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then a giant moth flew in my window. it said "miiiina ... miiiiiiiiiiiina ..." and i said "she's gone, fucker" and then it went away. (the part about it talking and me answering and it going away was a lie. but otherwise, true story!)
did you have a good train trip? did you get a compartment to yourselves, or was it full of creepies? if the latter, were the creepies serbian?
tomorrow andy and morgan and i are going south to cattolica to see our friends in the mountains and (hopefully) their baby donkey. i'm pretty fucking excited. keep writing great stuff about your adventures, and eat one of those exploded-wonder-tortes for me. and send me emails and stuff.
love,
emily
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Sensation
On blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream, I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing :
But endless love will mount in my soul ;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gypsy,
Through the countryside, - happy as if I were with a woman.
-Arthur Rimbaud.
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"Je suis reéllement de outre-tombe, et pas de commissions," concludes our author in one of his Illuminations - an excellent phrase for those concluding their travels abroad: I am literally from out the grave and with no obligations.
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