I hate losing.

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My cousin with jade green eyes is teaching himself Akkadian. We talk about intercontinental work trips while getting drunk on marsala, but tomorrow, we travel home together.

Can I have 'destined to die in the City' carved on my gravestone please?

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On an isle so remote and small that Google Map just shows water on its place, I met a guy from Singapore, except that he lives in New Zealand, except that he's studying in Argentina, except that he's backpacking through South America. He told me about a place where he worked as a tank boy in a dive shop. When the orcas come, just for one week in a ( Read more... )

Now that J's spending substantial amount of time in Switzerland, I also have a short trip to Basel lined up. We were looking into accommodation when it struck me that you can commute to Basel from France or Germany largely the same one one would commute from to the City from Zone. In fact, the Basel Airport is not even located in Switzerland - it's ( Read more... )

My bag still smells of the lemons of Ostia.

I'm not quite sure how I should be formulating this, but I'm actually pretty goddamn happy and content with my life right now and truly appreciate it. Nope, no irony, catch or alcohol involved, just wanted to write this down because things haven't always been this way and I want to help myself to remember this in the future.

So Spring has come; and it has come on strong like a belligerent ex-lover. And you know it never lasts but an ephemeral moment, but it's rather hard not to be infatuated when cherry blossom petals rain down your face...

In my dreams I travel to countries that do not exist. In the black of the night I dive into their cold, clear waters where grand, silent creatures swim gracefully and watch the stars from underneath.